Let’s imagine that you’re ready to rob a bank. Maybe you’re a bank robber with a heart of gold, that’s trying to raise money for your sick kid. You know, sort’ve like John Q? Maybe you’re just doing it for kicks. Maybe you’re the average everyday robber and you just want to get some cash. Either way, you get in front of the bank teller, the biggest, most inefficient movie handgun ever sticking out of your pocket. And you pass her a note. Dear friend. Once upon a time, I was exactly like you. I had a nine to five job, quietly SEETHING at my lack of fulfillment in life. I worked on filling out legal documents for some nameless corporate overlords, [...]