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

When life gives you lemons, squeeze the fuck out of them and make a citrus glaze. That's what my mum always used to say. Her Antilaw was poaching. Not particularly sexy, but only a select few have ever drawn murder, or treason. Dad? He drew bestiality. That made it tough to grow up. Especially when the class bully had grievous bodily harm, and his mate had manslaughter. Obviously the latter never used his, but the threat was always lingering. 
 
 What I drew did nothing for me growing up. Not even in my teens. When I hit my early forties though, and went through a mid life crisis is when I could really thrive. 
 
 For the first decades of my working life, I plodded along life everyone else. I married the wife and had the kids. I slogged it out 9-5 in a bank. I was robbed about six times there, until they hired a Rarer. This beefy guard whose Antilaw was maiming. 
 
 One day, this poor sucker nonchalantly strolls in, gun in hand, and demands the contents of my til. I was getting ready to hand it over, when the Rarer, undercover, walks up behind the would-be robber. Rarer took a six inch knife from under his coat, and calmly slid it into the guys back. I heard the clothes tear, and down he went. Maimed, unable to move. He'd be a paraplegic for sure. Rarer knew his stuff. He had good aim. 
 
 We went for a drink after close, talked a bit. And that's when my life changed. Sitting in a dingy pub with this psycho, he gave me a card and said that this head hunter ( not literally ) could change my life. Really get me a gig I'd love- just like he loved to maim people. I followed up on it. I do n't know why. My wife told me not to, she was happy with my line of work- she probably did n't understand, her Antilaw meant that she would always be happy... 
 
 A week later I was in an office signing a contract that would see the house paid off in a month, and the kids in a decent private school with a Murderer principal. My job now? To stand in front of the vehicles of heads of state, CEOs, CFOs and lawmakers. I do n't know why, I just know they pay me for it. 
 
 Lets just hope I never run into my old school bully's best mate...
