[ WP ] At birth , everyone is randomly assigned one law they can break for the rest of their life . You are given ... .. loitering .

First post, please be gentle, all feedback appreciated! 
 
 Loitering is n't an easy thing to get rich from, but i was determined. Ever since i was a boy, i had dreamt of money, cars and fame. I spent my childhood thinking of ways to get rich, and trying them out. It did n't work out. But it all changed one night, when i was 29 years old. My good friend Tim has the Antilaw of robbery, and he got an idea; i could case targets and be a lookout for him, and i would get a cut. Tim was n't an ordinary robber who robbed corner stores, no, he had taken part of several heists ( a heist falls under robbery, right? ) on banks and jewelry stores all across the country, and he and his team of heisters was very well known. 
 
 So i stood outside banks and jewelry stores for a living, and i was rich. Life was good. One day i was standing outside a bank, casing it, when I noticed a suspicious fellow having a smoke, a few meters down the street. He was older than me, tall and muscular and he was wearing a beanie. I brushed it off as a guy just enjoying his smoke and left. My job was done. A few days later, the heist was ready to go. Before they could start, i had to get in position. When i arrived outside the bank, i noticed something. The same guy that i saw outside the bank a few days before was there, with the same beanie too. He noticed me too. We looked at each other for a few seconds, before i signalled Tim and the others that the coast was clear. After that was done, i looked over at Beanie, and he was signalling to a van that was parked down the street. That was when I realized what was happening. I tried to warn Tim, but it was too late. They met by the door. They had reacted before us. One of them opened fire. I watched in shock as a saw my friends and colleagues getting mowed down by an assault rifle. After they all were lying on the ground, he turned to me, and everything went black. 
 
 When i woke up in the hospital, the first thing i did was ask the police officers if anyone else survived. I was the only survivor. After that, i donated all my money to charity, and started a normal life. Now i work as a police officer, trying to catch people who did the exact same thing i did. You might think that the moral of the story is that crime doesnt pay. But it does. Crime pays good, but it is very risky. So if you are going to be a criminal, do it right.
