Originally posted by darvlay
Nobody asked for your life story.
Later in my teens after Michelle left with our child, I sought refuge in the church's sublime but enviably stifling embrace. I became head of the teen youth movement, running outreaches and offering the sweaty hand of relief to those unfortunate enough to accept it. Delusion drifted into despair and then anger. Eventually I turned to crime, not for the money but for the buzz. I got mixed up with a burglary crew who took me under their metaphorical wing and allowed me to drive for them and eventually get involved in the jobs. That's where I met Brian. Brian the cat. He taught me everything I knew about the "snatch".