a bandit

Our bandit
The swap has been made.
A shirtless bandit has done it again.
He has perfectly executed the task at hand, to sell the stolen jewelry. The lucky customer runs off to tell his companion of this bargon… the shirtless bandit now sits on his earnings from this extraordinary swap and now sits approximately four feet from the ground with his cocked and cane in lap.
His other stolen values are in a crumpled up cvs bags. So now that his money is secured under his ass he takes a nap. The shirtless bandit needs only some sleep fro his adventures will always be ready for him. So he sleeps sitting up head cocked back read to fire at the world. The shirtless bandit needs no home, soon he will be a senior citizen, retire his ways of not being a little over weight with high socks and a pair of sketchers. He will be in a hospital were they will give his medicine and sponge baths. I'm going to tell you that he night not be accepted to you as a shirtless bandit. He’s a drunken hobo, with no shirt wearing a hospital bracelet.
Augustus Pallante