It'll Never be Okay!

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. ♥︎♡♥︎ 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.