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Johnny Truman’s Letter 9/9/05
 

When I wrote that title I thought of myself.
Reminds me something I did, about two or three years ago.
I didn’t do it by myself; I did it with five other guys. You could say they are my best friends, even if I don’t know where they are at this moment.
I wont write my name, that would be to risky. I’ll just say that I am a thief.
But not one of those who steal wallets and think they are the best. No, I am a thief, a real one.

It was 1994, I remember it so clearly. I had just graduated from the University. A lawyer, that’s what I was. Big change? Not really.
You can do it, that’s the phrase that changed my boring life behind a desk in an office that always smelled like cigarette smoke and coffee.
I thought of stealing my boss’s safe box. It had lots of money.
You’ll think on stealing it too if you get paid only 100 $ per month.
So I made a plan. It was pretty basic actually. I just memorized the time where everyone was not around, like I learned from the movies.
And I did it. I had two million dollars, two million dollars! Can you even imagine that!? In 1996 it was a lot of money

They never got me. I just moved to another state, and expend my money carefully, so I wouldn’t draw attention.

It became an addiction, stealing I mean. I was a workaholic, and my job was being a thief.

I associated myself with more thieves and we tried to steal money from a Bank.
We got caught. I spent three years in prison (I’m a good lawyer, what did you expect? Besides I gave ten thousand dollars to the judge)

Then we tried again, but we failed again.
And so I have for the past few years. I have won some times. But I have lost much more.

Now we are in 2005, the world is changing. We, thieves aren’t well respected as we where before.

A kid came to see me, he had this plan for stealing from a museum. I said to him that I was retired and that I would be a lawyer again.

So why am I writing this, why do I sat some people never learn?

Because I had a second though and changed my mind. If I’m getting out from the business I must do it so fine that everyone shall remember me, and I will appear at the front page of the New York Times.

They are here now, I must leave. Wish me luck please.

Front Page of the New York Times 10/9/05

Johnny Truman Dead!
Shot by a police officer that stop what could have been the biggest robbery ever.