[i] it is said that to survive a person needs to have a steady job, a family, a home. to hell with that.[/i]

Angelo liked his life just as it was living day by day. scoring big heists that would be more then 30% of Americans make in a year, that is just an assumption though. Angelo didn't care about his life before this because his life was boring, predictable and especially annoying. Angelo lived like anyone else would, he was one of the hollow shells trying to go to college to get a desk job. Sometimes Angelo considers what happened that day to be a blessing because it broke the chains of his fate and now Angelo could live the way that most children would dream about. 

Angelo was sleeping in his car in a garage nearby, it wasn't that Angelo didn't have money for a hotel he just prefers his car more. Its the only place Angelo feels confident and safe, when Angelo was behind the wheel their was no doubt that he was one of the best street racers the world has known. Angelo's dodge charger was outfitted with a neon green coat as its primary color and a 13 vinyl on the sides of his car, 13 being Angelo lucky number and finally a Angel with a scythe was on the hood depicting the angel of death. Angelo would sometimes be forced into changing the body color if he wanted to avoid the heat but the vinyl's always stayed the same. Angelo soon got up and yawned as he felt morning come and as Angelo checked his phone for the time he soon got behind the wheel grinned wide and took some his loony bears which is appropriate considering they were gummy bears made of acid and when he was tripping he would see the badass version of the loony tunes around him. Angelo soon started his ride and started driving to the randevu point where they would meet for their next job....