It was a dark night, seven minutes past midnight and a time when most people were sleeping.

The streets were

virtually deserted, except for the speck of a man who was walking down a street that was only lighted by the
dim night lamps up and down the streets. Occasionally a car would pass by, but he didn't mind that. He was used
to it. He came across a bike parked along the roadside. It was the only bike parked along that street. It was ugly,
but that wouldn't stop the man. All he cared about was whether its key was in safety deposit or not. He carefully
opened the lock and put the key in his pocket. Then he started thinking about what he was doing. Do I really
need a bike? Probably not. But he needed something that could easily feed his family and friends. He got onto
his new bike and rode off in a direction that would take him to a small town. He felt a little bit tired after riding
for more than ten minutes, but he knew he couldn't afford to slow down because he was under the threat of
being caught by the police who sometimes patrolled around in the small towns. It took him another five minutes
to arrive at the small town. He could immediately smell the smell of smoke, which came from the smokers. He
could also hear their discussions. But he couldn't care less, he was there for a reason. He rode past the smokers
and immediately went into the nearest park through a back way. He got off his bike and quietly patrolled the
park. It was a small park, so it didn't take him long to patrol the whole park. He didn't find anything that's why
he decided to look at the benches. He managed to find a small brown bag that contained half-eaten dinner which
were two pairs of food. He felt a little bit guilty when he realized that he was stealing a dinner right in front of
the people who were eating it. He didn't know how to talk to the people he was stealing from. He wasn't the type
of person who was good at understanding the emotions of other people. So he decided to steal something else
that would last longer than the food he was stealing. He collected a large bag of crisps and sold them to his
friends the next day. What would they do after buying the crisps? They would be so hungry by the time they got
home and would be forced to eat the already cold crisps. He was glad for his actions. He planned on living a life
of being either rich or poor. Rich if he stole from the rich and got rich, poor if he stole from the poor and got
poor. He was never happy with what he had been given, even not knowing what he wanted from life.