Prison Escape
As you leaves your old life behind, you need to find a new one. You pull over into an alley. One of your old friends almost lives there. Hopefully he still does. You find him talking with other people. “Rick!” you yell. He turns and asks “Wow, I knew you would get out. It happened in what, two days? Three?” “Hey, I need a good fake ID. You have any left?” “Of course!” he exclaims. As you wait, one of his sketchy friends walk up to you. “Hey,” he whispers. “I’ve got better IDs. They let you go anywhere in the the world you want.” “I’m good,” you assure him. But you think about it. Rick or this guy?