Outlaws
I got to a point where nothing seemed important any more. Days were repetitive, each rolled into the next with no real meaning, my life was ending and I was achieving nothing. I woke up every day at seven and went though the same routine, shower, eat, dress, take the train to work. Work was at a bank, with people who looked just like me. We dressed the same, counted the same money and passed the time people-watching, simply because our own lives were so goddamn boring. Money surrounded us and...