You know what's funny about reading books that involve theft, crime, conning?
We read them and say,
'Oh, I could do that.'
Smile to ourselves, like our true capacity for cleverness, for self-serving action of questionable legality, is the greatest secret we keep from the world
and most people forget it
they grow up
they become honest, lose the silver-edges to their tongues,
shake the grace from their bodies.
The difference between you and me is,
I actually have done those things.
I actually was good at them.
Somedays I wake up and it's like a hunger,
a hunger to be dark and clever and grace again.
But I can't. I can't, I can't, I can't.
Exile.
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