A dead-beat dad abandons his wife and children . Make me sympathize with him .

`` You sure about this one, Jack? I mean, with Molly at home-'' 
 `` Hey jackass, what'd I just fucking say?'' 
 `` Take it easy, man. I just know that look in your eyes means you ai n't sure.'' 
 
 Goddamn right I was sure, who was this piece of shit to tell me otherwise? If he was lookin' up to me as an example, he had worse issues than just being a moron. This gig had been in the works for the last six months and there was nothing that could convince me not to go through with it. It'd be the perfect heist, that I knew. I planned the damn thing myself. 
 
 Location: Westport mansion of millionaire cocksucking CEO; 
 Victim: Holding a private company party on his yacht; 
 Target: Most Expensive Car in alarm-secured garage; 
 Reward: Ten percent. 
 
 See, that ten percent would be more than enough to pay for Molly's college education ten years from now and I'd had enough of the small-time bullshit drug trade. It was too risky, got me too hooked, and Sarah threatened to leave me if I did n't stop. The job with the DOT was n't paying overtime anymore, but I stayed out anyway so she'd think I was doing my duty as her husband and father to our daughter to make the financial ends meet. No self-respecting man should pretend to be working unless he's having an affair. Shameful to be doing that, pretending like I was an honest man. 
 
 By the time we reached the mansion, I'd slipped back into the spiral, the dark, despised place I often found myself in when the whiskey ran out. What the hell was I doing? Grand Theft Auto. It would n't mean life in prison; it'd mean life as a felon. What a great role model for my eight-year-old at home. When Sarah married me, she knew about my `` recklessness,'' but she still did n't know the extent of my sins against being a fucking decent human being. Some day there'd come a time when I'd have to be honest with her, and with Molly too. I'd have to admit to some of it at least... the snow, the blues, the angel dust, the baseball bats, the basements, the guilt... 
 
 `` Well, how'bout that?'' 
 `` The car's just... sitting there?'' 
 `` Must be our fucking night, Jack!'' 
 `` Not so fast. This ai n't spost to be this easy.'' 
 `` Eh, I say take it. I do n't see nobody.'' 
 
 Security. Not the kind that you pay for with a sign in the front yard, no. This openness, this high-and-mighty fucking attitude that his wealth was safe. This fucking bastard had his whole house in the goddamn open without so much as a motion-sensor driveway light... Might as well steal everything he's got, for all the boys who have n't gotten a raise this year and for the boys like me who'd never even get an interview. Fuck, I never wanted that anyway. Revenge is way more fun when it's stolen. 
 
 `` Wait, there's someone inside.'' 
 
 As I got closer to the window to what was probably the living room I saw a glimpse of it. That dream, that stupid grand-master plan that Sarah and I had talked about in the bed of the pickup when she told me she was pregnant. We'd thought of everything from the backyard swingset to the 9-to-5 jobs and brown-paper lunch bags. We'll see if she's into sports or doing hair, but let's get her kits for both just in case. Yeah, she'll have everything we never could. Our wedding in the courthouse was simple but I'm sure that emotion was something like love. 
 
 I do n't know how long I stared at the young twenty-something girl reading her book on that sofa, but you're damn right I stole that car. No idea if it was a Rolls Royce or Bugatti, but I got it running in a minute flat just like I was a teenager again. Drove it like a bat outta hell to the meeting point an hour away. I guess Sean was behind me, but I never looked to be sure. I demanded my cash and realized it was way more than I'd expected. Perfect. 
 
 `` Hey, say hullo to Sarah and Molly for me! Jesus, you're in a fucking hurry all of a sudden.'' 
 `` Yeah, will do.'' 
 
 When I told him I'd say hello for him, I really thought I would. Thirty minutes later sitting out front our trailer and I'd had second thoughts. That damn executive cocksucker had the one thing I did n't. Respect. Somebody out there saw him as respectable and as a contributive member of society. I never gave a damn about what `` society'' ever thought about me, but I knew looking at that girl on the sofa that I'd sure as hell give a fucking damn for my daughter to respect me. 
 
 I would never be that figure for her though. I was n't capable of living on the right side of things. I'd always been in the shadows swearing and ruining other people's lives. Only thing I could give was a guarantee that I would n't be there to fuck up hers. 
 
 I'd never cried so hard in my life. I left the cash and a note in the only shopping bag I could find. I think it was from the local A & P. 
 
 Of course it would fucking rain as I drove away. That's what happens when you think you're doing the right thing.
