17 Things TDBID - Part 5

Brittany and I hit the road again, enjoying the night sky that my dad’s convertible let us experience. We had only just begun, but we were fairly certain we had already accomplished more in the last 12 hours then we had in our entire lives. We were feeling free, and living the dream. Perhaps we were living the nightmare, but to us, whatever it was, it was reality, and we loved it.

We could still faintly hear fire trucks in the background, and Brittany looked back at the billowing clouds of black smoke coming from the school. She turned around and sat back down, smiled at me, and simply said, “We did it”. Three little words, and it sent chills down my spine. Accomplishment. A feeling I had never experienced.

I picked up the speed a bit, as I didn’t want the cops to catch me. Well, yet. There was still a lot left to do… and the cops will have plenty of time to investigate. Still, I got a surge of energy and a very big rush knowing the fact they could be behind us at any instant. Especially considering the fact that since we left the school, I had held this feeling that someone was following us. I guess that feeling is kind of empowering to the extent it makes you want to go faster. Bring it on.

Brit was having an awful lot to drink in the passenger seat, and was starting to get a little crazy. I had never really seen her like this, considering she’s usually a very quiet, depressed, girl. It was very strange to see her standing up in a convertible, going 80 kph, and hearing her scream random swear words. It was also kind of a turn-on.







We finally made it to our next stop around 1 AM. Brit stumbled out of the car, so I grabbed her before she could fall. I had only had a bit to drink, so I wasn’t exactly at her level, but I dealt with it. I got the stuff out of the car and headed in. Of course, I paused for a few seconds before walking into the bank and looked straight up. What was I looking at? God? The sky? No, of course not. I was looking at my own personal God. It was the security camera, which I’ve lovingly become to call my “Legend Maker”. I guess it kind of is God when I think about it. It’s giving me all I’ve ever wanted… and the sky was the limit.

With Brit giggling in the background, I nervously approached the ATM machine. I had done a little bit of research on some criminal websites before we left, and I knew exactly how to get into it. I used my crowbar, like the tool of a professional, and strategically opened the side portion of the machine. Security alarms rang, meaning the cops would be here soon. I began to sweat, just a little bit. A little bit of fear was always good, no matter what the scenario.

Amazingly, the technique worked, I couldn’t believe it. I opened myself up to thousands of dollars… tens of thousands maybe. I only took a little bit though, it’s not like I was going to need this cash for much longer. I grabbed a bunch of bills, and headed out the door, covered in that god-awful security ink from the machine. Brittany thought that was hilarious, but I suppose she thinks anything is funny right now. We headed out to the car, where we saw red and blue flashes in the distance. It was time to flee.

We got away just in time, before any cops could catch the car or the licence plate. I had dumped all the money in the back seat, pretty much in plain view of the public. I didn’t really care.

I quickly turned the corner, before something caught my eye. It was a help institution, for the clinically depressed and other mental disorders and diseases. Brit was now passed-out in the front seat, so I had time stop. I pulled over, into a corner where no one could see me. I collected a large portion of the stolen money, and put it into neat piles. I taped the stacks together, and placed them into a bag, and marked the bag with “DONATION”. I crept out of the car and left the bag outside the front door.

Brit suddenly woke up and asked what was going on. I simply told her I had taken care of a little business, and that it was time to keep moving. She then asked me the pertinent question, “What about the graffiti? I wanna spray stuff.”

I had completely forgotten. One of the things Brit and I had wanted to do by the end of this night was leave a written message to the world, via the art of grafitti. Sure, my actions were fairly vivid images of what I thought of the world, but it was time to show it in words. Words; always my friend. Forever will be. After all, there is a reason you are reading them.

I took out the spray-paint cans from the backseat, and smiled at Brit. “Are you coming, babe?”

She was passed out. Again.

I took it upon myself to do it anyways. All over the sidewall of the Mental Disorders House. Whatever came to my mind, I expressed. I lit up the night sky with a colourful depiction of all my hatred. I let my mind loose, as my ego inflated once again. The sense of power overflowed through my body, the euphoria setting in. World, this is me. This is Zack. This is whom you’ve lost, but whom you’ll never forget.

I am it.
I am the one.
I am everything you ever wanted. Everything you were afraid to feel.
Live through me.
Love me, but don’t be me.
Learn from me, but don’t exceed me.