Tones And I- Dance Monkey
There was a time when doing something illegal was out of the question. A time when the simple thought of breaking some kind of rule frightened me down into my very soul. Why wouldn't it? My dad and his best friend were both cops. Now, here we are. The same man who once took me and my brother on a weekend trip to bust the man who had been robbing every liquor store in town with a toy gun he had spray-painted black in order to scare us into never taking anything from anywhere. It worked. For the most part. As of late, I've forgotten what that fear feels like. The fear of staying the way I am now has overpowered that small fear of getting caught doing something wrong.
"Alright, this is the Senator's home," my dad began. "He has a wife, three kids, and a-rou
