I lost my job about a year ago. I've been looking for employment, but the job market in my area is suffering, and there's been an exodus of my town. As money started to get tight, I had to look to different sources to pay my rent and put food on the table. At first, I collected soda cans and bottles, but it wasn't enough for rent. My credit card debt began to spiral out of control, and I was worried that I would be prosecuted for being several months behind on 4 different cards. To break the cycle and consolidate my debt, I tried to take a loan out from a few banks and credit unions, but my credit was too poor for my applications to be accepted. I was desperate, and I didn't see a way out. Blinded by desperation and panic, I did what I thought I couldn't do, broke into an ATM machine, took the money, and ran. I knew I didn't get away clean, because I heard sirens within a minute of my attempted escape. Even now, as I hide, I know I'm destined for hard time. I'm scared. I know that I deserve this, but I did what I felt I needed to do. I guess there ain't no rest for the wicked. Money don't grow on trees. I got bills to pay, I got mouths to feed, and ain't nothin' in this world for free.