Our last big one was, indeed BIG in every sense of the word. I would have loved to have seen the
looks on their faces when they found nothing left but a letter from Rico and me apologizing for attempting
and completing the best damn con-job ever! Even though it was great, I find that it is getting
harder and harder for me actually go through with the job. I seem to be getting more attached
to the very people that we are conning. I don't think that I could ever tell Rico, though. He
gets such a high from the chase. Don't get me wrong, I used to get a high from the chase at one
point in our career; I just don't know anymore. We are getting older, you know. How much longer
are we going to run?

The cold air woke me up in the middle of my thoughts. I hate it when Rico puts the top back and
sings, "Take the money and run" by the Steve Miller Band. He sings it to the top of his lungs
every time we score big. And believe me, this last one was a BIG score! Rico loves the challenge.
When we score big, he wants to score even bigger the next time. I think it is funny when he gets
this excited. It reminds me of when we were kids and would pull pranks around the neighborhood.
What we did last week was no prank, though. If we got caught, we are talking jail time. Rico and I
are in a very serious business and we take it very seriously.

It was getting dark and we decided that the old car needed some more go-juice. Who the hell knew where
we were? We just drove and drove until we were far away from Erwin, Tennessee. I must say, that was
the easiest BIG score that we have had yet. I think that the name of the town explains it all.

Rico decided to take the exit to a town called Savannah. He chose that exit because he said something
along the lines of Savannah being the name of his cellmate's daughter. I guess they really bonded.
Anyway, I didn't care; I just had to pee. Rico tells me that every time it gets dark, I have to pee.
He always makes fun of me. When we pulled in, the station looked kind of vacant. Not a whole lot
seemed to be going on. I did think it was funny that we pulled in right next to this crazy looking
van from the 70's. I felt like I had just been cast in an episode of the Partridge Family. It had
flowers and peace symbols all over it. Somebody needs to put that guy in a time machine and bring
him back to 1999. The 70's dude was talking to the gas-station attendant. They looked as if they
were in some kind of deep conversation, though it looked highly impossible that those two could engage
in such a thing. I could barely see, but I think the name on his shirt read Freddy. He sure did look
like some kind of night creature; his pale face and all. He really gave me the creaps!

Rico came out of the convenient store talking with the guy who looked like one of the Mamas and the
Papas. I guess he was the owner of the 1970's shaggin' wagon. Was Rico involved in that conversation, too?
What could they possibly be talking about? Rico has a way with people. I guess it comes with the business.
When Rico got back in the car he told me that he was just chatting with a guy named Zeke. He paused for a moment. "I know
that look, Rico," I said. "What could you possibly be cooking up now?"