Moving out of the country. To Europe. If things don't get any better. That's where I'm going. Things haven't been good in months. So I think that's where I'm going. As soon as I get money. Enough money. Who pays more? Strip Clubs? Or McDonalds? Nevermind. I'll rob the Bank of America on the cornaaa. Maybe. Shoot. I need to get a dog then. To accompany me. Leave everyone else here. Yea. That's what I'm going to do. I should probably practice my accent now. Damn. Which one? Spanish? English? French? Irish? Italian? We'll see. Wait I have to know now. I can't just go to Europe and live on the street. Actually. I'm down for it. Me and my dog. My puppy. I'll name her after something I find beautiful. In my new European home. One of the streets. Dammit. I don't have a passport. Too bad I can't hop a border. America only borders Mexico. And Mexico. Cool. I need money for that too. Then a Visa. To live there. Right? What if I don't want to be a citizen. You know. So I don't have to pay taxes. I won't work. Just rob banks.