You crime spree starts the day you are fired. You have to walk past all these anger chubbies in suits screaming at the airport "Mollkins don't fly!". You pick a few pockets and shell the wallets out in a dumpster behind Kurt's Taco House on 322323th street. You have no job but you have fourteen hundred twenty seven dollars. The next day you return to the parking lot of your old job and siphon out a oil drum worth of gasoline, escaping when security finally catches on that you don't work here anymore and you are in fact, stealing. Your gone with a fortune of gasoline!