Just got back from a score. Nothing gets my blood pumping like the adrenaline rush of a clean break-in. That moment when you slip through a window, hear the quiet click of a lock giving way... fuck, it's better than any drug. The power of taking what you want, when you want it. Some rich asshole's jewelry box is now my pocket weight. They'll never even know what hit them until morning. This shit keeps me hard in more ways than one.