I stood on line at the bank, when 3 masked

I stood on line at the bank, when 3 masked men burst in brandishing uzis. "ON THE FLOOR NOW!" yelled one. That voice...OMG, it's my long lost dad who left us ages ago! I found him!

He was wearing a pair of hose on his head.I tried to recognize features in his silhouette as he stuffed stacks of hundreds into a rucksack. I never imagined being reunited with Dad

...My long-lost dad...this way. But his unmistakable block-shaped head matched my own. I couldn't believe it. My Dad! A thief! I was torn. Should I hide? Or go on the run with him?

I took in a sharp breath, eyes trained at my feet, "I can't," The words hung to my throat like barbed twine, but that didn't mean I was going to give in, "I don't care who you are"

I tried to have hope, but I knew I was trapped. They stared at me, eyes sharp and unforgiving, "I expected more of you

." They closed in, teeth glaring, claws open. My eyes shut instinctively as every life experience I owned played like a time lapse projected on my inner eye lids. "Give me somethin

G I can grab and hold onto." The Devil's Advocate was sitting on the other side of the desk, making me feel creeped out. His fellow zombie wore a fedora and clown suit. What to say

when he always disagreed. I really want to run barefoot through those sprinklers, I thought. "Well," the Devil's Advocate said diplomatically, "You could do that but the children

of your childrens' childrens' children probably will not even have the context to appreciate that, so go ahead -- run through those sprinklers, just for you and just because.