yup. reminds me.
He was technically rather young, the car thief.
He had dropped out of school before he was sixteen and spent time in prison before he was twenty, and that had aged him. He was older and more cruel than his actual years.
There was nothing nice about him. He did not have a heart of gold, he did not feel neighborly love, He did not mind inguring people who got in his way. People often got in his way, and he often injured them. He never thought about them when he hurt them, and he never thought about them afterward. He did not have a conscience.
What he mostly had was a great need for money.
It had been a difficult summer. Things kept going wrong. In spite of the people he had hurt, the car thief had not acquired any cash.
He had no particular destination in mind as he roamed the streets. He had no particular plan in mind. All he had in mind was greed.
He was panting with it.
He could think only of money and what he would do with it; what he would buy with it; how much better life would be once he had some.
He did not normally walk down the valley road. Of course, he did not normally walk anywhere, but he had lost his various forms of transportation, and so he was reduced to this pathetic, loser-style of going someplace.
He had to walk.
It outraged him that he was on foot. People like him did not deserve this humiliation. Somebody would pay for this, he would see to that.
He had dropped out of school before he was sixteen and spent time in prison before he was twenty, and that had aged him. He was older and more cruel than his actual years.
There was nothing nice about him. He did not have a heart of gold, he did not feel neighborly love, He did not mind inguring people who got in his way. People often got in his way, and he often injured them. He never thought about them when he hurt them, and he never thought about them afterward. He did not have a conscience.
What he mostly had was a great need for money.
It had been a difficult summer. Things kept going wrong. In spite of the people he had hurt, the car thief had not acquired any cash.
He had no particular destination in mind as he roamed the streets. He had no particular plan in mind. All he had in mind was greed.
He was panting with it.
He could think only of money and what he would do with it; what he would buy with it; how much better life would be once he had some.
He did not normally walk down the valley road. Of course, he did not normally walk anywhere, but he had lost his various forms of transportation, and so he was reduced to this pathetic, loser-style of going someplace.
He had to walk.
It outraged him that he was on foot. People like him did not deserve this humiliation. Somebody would pay for this, he would see to that.