[ WP ] You look into the wallet of a man you just robbed at gunpoint . You find a suicide note .

He was still there, quivering in fear. Little bit of piss was running down his leg. I did n't know what his face looked like, all I know is he had curly black hair and he was kinda short. Not many people wan na turn around to look down the barrel of a.45 colt revolver pointed at the back of their skull. 
 
 I pulled out the only thing in there a piece of paper. I said out loud'the fucks this' and unfolded it. It was n't a check, an IOU or anything. What happened next was the most interested 5 minutes of my life. 
 
 *I have found peace now. For too long, my life has been too hard and I no longer possess the fortitude or the courage to go forward and when your mother died, that day I died on the inside. When they find my body on the freeway, just know that I'm sorry if you're sad. Just know you were always daddy's little angel. I'm so sorry Molly. - Daddy* 
 
 What. the. fuck. This prick was about to off himself and leave his daughter alone in the world. He still called her his little angel too. She could n't be more than 10 years old. What a coward, a fucking little bitch. I cocked the hammer back in anger. 
 
 `` Here mack, lem me shortcut this process for ya.'' I squeezed the trigger. The smoke from the barrel was still pouring out and I had ruined my favorite mugging jacket with the brains of this soulless sap. I ran off into the night. 
 
 But Molly was still in my mind. That poor little girl, alone in this world with no parents to look after her. Against my better judgement, I made a few phone calls, figured out where they lived. I cased the joint, it looked pretty dark all around. 
 
 Quick little crowbar action and I'm in. I walk into a few rooms and there she is. A sweet little bundle of fuckin joy. I was way off too, she could n't be more than 3 or 4 years old. Ca n't even read the note her bastard dad left her. I scooped her up gently, went back to my car and we were off into the night. Where? Anywhere but here. 
 
 I was n't sure what I was doing. It felt like one of them out of body experiences. I saw me driving the car and holding this kid. Who woulda though me, a pappy. There was one thing I was sure of though. One day, she would find out. And on that day, I'd be on the other side of that revolver just like her old man before me. 
 
 Circle of fucking life. Ai n't it grand.
