January 24, 2010

Today was the fifth day in a row I had watched the house.  It was beautiful.  The owner was some kind of doctor who got up for work every morning at 5 am.  He was out of his house by 6:30 am.  I know this because I have sat here in the mornings and in the late evenings when he finally returns home.  My plan is perfect.  Without a wife or a family, there is nobody home.  No dogs and thankfully no alarm.  I know this because I am observant.  The years have made me cautious.  But because of my patience, I have never been caught.

The T.V. in the living room, the computer he sits at every night, and his prized golf clubs will be mine tomorrow.  I know to limit myself in every house.  By doing so, I lower the risk of being caught, and I will never be caught.

January 25, 2010

It is 5 pm.  I am currently three blocks over from the man’s house.  He will not return until precisely 8:15 pm tonight.  Plenty of time for someone as experienced as me.  I will go grab something to eat and be in the house at 7:15.

As I eat my meal, I feel intrigued to write my thoughts down.  It is strange how by day I am so average.  Just another hardworking person, trying to get by.  At night, my other side comes out.  Stealing has always been so euphoric for me.  I have always loved the adrenaline rush.  This time is no exception.  I can feel it coursing through my body.  My adrenal gland is in overload pumping epinephrine throughout my system.  Good.  With it I can think and react faster than another lacking this energy.

Leaving the restaurant, I wonder if only those around me knew what I do for a living.  If only they knew the excitement in my life.  The feeling of owning someone’s house, being able to pick and choose what will become mine.  The thrill of the heist.  I put on my black clothing and gloves.  I am not an idiot.  I do not stand out in a crowd.  I have fashioned my clothing to look like another person walking down the street trying to stay warm.  What they can’t see beneath are my tools and my intentions.

I will go in through the back door leading through the garage.  I have seen the lock, and I know that I can pick it in under 10 seconds.  In under 5 minutes, I will have $3,000 dollars worth of merchandise in my truck.  Wish me luck.

January 27th, 2010

I did not write yesterday, because something went wrong.

Despite all my planning, all my observations, all my patience, all my experience.  I was caught.

As I sit here in jail I think back to if I had waited one more day, or done it the day before I would not be in a 10′X10′X7′ room

I was in through the back door at 7:30 as planned.  The lights were out in the house.  Perfect I had thought to myself.  Entering the living room, I saw balloons and streamers everywhere.  Strange, I remember thinking to myself.  I set my bag down.  In an instant, everything exploded.  People jump from everywhere, the lights flick on.  ”SURPRISE” and “HAPPY BIRTHDAY” fill the room.

January 25th was the mans birthday.  Because of this, my new roommate is a very large man name “Tank.”  He says my blonde hair and blue eyes make me look “pretty.”