It was weird when she first ended up on my door that morning. Out of everyone in the world she decided I was the best to visit, I really never understood that. She was a lot like her father, he was a successful banker. A man who grew up with nothing, but once he had a taste of the world he wanted more. It's funny how people who have everything always want more. She grew up with nothing, well at least not a good family or a stable one. Like her father she wanted the world, but unlike him she would never really know how to achieve it.

She would take a job at the local bakery, not because she liked the food, but because there was a large window out front she could see people passing by. She loved to watch people walk by listening to music, with their families, or on their way home. That symbolized her entire life, being somewhere she didn’t like so she could view the world in a better way. Maybe that’s why she showed up to my house, because I lived so close to her work. And she was lazy. That day she didn’t say anything just watched my television, while I did my homework on the kitchen table.

We were friends in a weird sense of the word, more then just a drug addict and a dealer. Her parents knew what I did, but they didn’t care. I always wondered why they liked me around, and it wasn’t until her death I found out. It was because I always encouraged her to stare out that bakery window, to enjoy what life we all have no matter how short it was, or how much bullshit you had to put up with.

While she was watching my T.V. she stopped on a channel with cartoons and started to laugh. It was so innocent, like I was watching a kid on the first day of a snowfall outside making snow angels. I guess that’s the thought I hold with me, because at that moment nothing really mattered.

-the man who stole the world