16,097. KNUCKLES AND CALAMITY ON THE STREET TOGETHER

 KNUCKLES AND CALAMITY 

ON THE STREET TOGETHER

I had lots of places. Yeah. A lot of my

stuff was on W17th, after I did E11th;

back and forth between three places was

a cool gig. There was never any disorder

in the house, when the house had never had

any order to disorder. And anyway, what is

it one really needs to do. Toodle-loo? Get

out of town, Mr. Brown.

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That one-time funeral we held at the

Church of the Little Savior? I barely

remember it, though I do recall the

dead guy was a dwarf. Do they have

little saviors? Every card-suit in the

house had to match?

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Sometimes when we were stealing pretty

good and pretty steady, it was as if nothing

could ever stop us. Mother Mary Saints 

Almighty, where do we want to go from 

here? You might think a robbery is haphazard.

Not these. Every freaking step along the way

was timed out, the steps marked  -  how many

to take, how to carry the bags, where to turn,

and when. It was no fun really, and where the

thrill in that. This was all studied maneuvers, 

like a boxer in the ring. 

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A person never gets caught until caught doing

the same thing one too many times. In the

annals of crime, it's called 'The Undetermined 

Ending,' and even the best guys never know.