KAISER
I'm brimming with the need to help myself to some baked potatoes wafting up from the woman selling them down the street from the alley where I normally keep myself hidden from robbers, rapists and petty thieves....I mean, I couldn't be quite different anyways.
I have stolen cupcakes once from a bakery shop but I was nearly dying and I needed to eat, nothing more.
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It's Monday morning and this city is chock-a-block with people trying to make a living for themselves.
I made a mental note to myself to move from this country side to the city where I would be able to make a living...I hope.
I make sure no one is looking as I make my way towards the baked potatoes, salivating and as well, trying not to seem obvious to people that I was about to steal.
I don't like this!
Then I grab some of the hot, freshly baked potatoes and make a run for it.
"Chase him, he's a thief!!" the woman selling the potatoes hollered.
Damn, were these potatoes hot and turning my hands red.
I run all the way to a lonely area where the people chasing me can't find me and I sit by the wall of an old building and bring out the potatoes and relish in their tastiness.
It was definitely worth the risk.