Appreciation.
Standing in a group of guys, I feel like I don't belong, yet I am here. I know we are all doing something illegal, yet, I have justified this somehow. This is for some greater good, some purpose the law has not yet caught up to. At the top of the sky scraper we get the word. "Cops!"Someone yelled, one our crew maybe. I think to movies I've seen where a daring escape occurs. Where brawn from the police was no match for the wit of the "criminals." Is all I can do is stay with a broken-off smaller group as we run down the stairwell. I have no plan, I am just hoping they do. "Freeze!" I hear it before I see it. I Finish my descent down the stairs the the flat on which a few of the guys are following orders. I meet a gun to my face. I know we are caught. I know that the illegal act I was involved in has caught up to me. The next scene one of my crew members, for I cannot recall if they were a "friend" or not, is taken into an inter...