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When reading about the Cross-Dressing Bandit, I found it very interesting. Basically the paragraph is about a man who robbed a Chicago Bank, dressed as a woman! He was wearing a big, bright sun hat with a lovely pink and black dress to match. He accessorized by having long white gloves and a shiny silver hand gun. (What a fashion statement.) I think he is quite a character, because he might as well just rob the bank looking like himself. The police will find him anyway so there is simply no point in looking that ridiculous. When people steal, and rob banks, they’re just asking for trouble. I mean, sure, they will have money. But the consequences are way worse, because instead of enjoying their nice wad of cash, they will be in prison, doing time. And they will have to give all their money back. So tell me, what’s the point? Don’t they get it? And on the slim chance they don’t get caught, the police will still be looking for him, and the search will not be over until they find him! Somehow he managed to escape, but that means that the rest of his life he will always have to be on the lookout and extremely careful not to get caught. I suggest that he get a job, because if he wasn’t so lazy, he would have enough money, and would not need to rob a bank. Once I was visiting my grandparents in a really ghetto neiborhood. I was nine years old at the time, and very stupid because some of the older trashy kids convinced me to walk up to the local convenient store, and steal them candy. At the time I thought they were so cool because they were teenagers, so I decided I would. Right when I walked into the gas station, I started cramming candy down my shit, in my pockets, and anywhere else I could. Turns out the lady who worked there was watching me on the video camera the whole time. She walked over to me, started yelling, and then practically dragged me to the front counter. Then she told me she was going to call the cops. By that time I was balling my little head off, begging her not to, literally on my knees. Thankfully, she ended up not making the dreadful call. Life lesson learned! I was so relived, mainly that she did not tell my parents as long as I never went in her store ever again. I couldn’t sleep that night from all the guilt. And still to this day my parents don’t know. Crime is a horrible thing to be in. I really wish that the bank robber didn’t screw up his life. Sorry bud. To late.