I am a burglar. I break into people’s homes and steal their valuables. Well, actually, that’s not exactly true, I was a burglar. One day I broke into a big house uptown, they had expensive jewelry and watches, laptops, cellphones. I knew I had hit the jackpot. I walked into the master room, it was huge. It looked more like a hotel room than a home bedroom. I openned a couple of drawers and saw some pictures of the couple that lived here. “I remember the woman from this picture, she died in a car accident a couple of months ago” I said outloud. Read more