Any who reads this, possibly long after my own death, know right away that I believe in the honest approach. Unless I’m actually stealing from you… in which case I’ll likely lie to your face. I do feel mighty terrible about it, but once again, I remind you… Thief.
I’ve lived most of my adult life on the road, ever since my otherwise respectable family all but disowned me. It’s been a long journey full of interesting friends, enemies, and friends who became enemies - funny how it never works the other way around. But as I grow older, I do feel the need to steal my last gold piece and settle down somewhere.
