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Eric woke up on the same park bench that he'd been at before his little debacle. He felt a little stiff and as soon as he sat up, he realized that he had a slip of paper taped to his forehead. He pulled it off and read it. All it said was,

"I'm disappointed in you."

Thoroughly confused, he turned the paper over trying to figure out what it meant. He hadn't noticed before but suddenly his head began to throb with excruciating pain. He leaned over and held his head in his hands.

When he finally looked up, he was surprised to see three little children staring at him. The younger one's mouths were hanging open while the older one looked a little scared, like she wanted to leave but couldn't.

He offered them a weak smile, sincerely hoping that their mother wouldn't call the cops. He knew he must look like a sight and he was glad that there weren't many people around.

He glanced back at the note, still trying to decipher it, and he forgot about the children.

He jumped, feeling a small hand touch his arm. He looked down to see that the smallest of the three children had come over and was now staring up at him with her big eyes.

"I'm Sara," she said in her little voice. "Do you wike fwowers?"

He smiled as she held up a tiny wild-flower. He reached out to take it, and was surprised when he felt another little hand touch his other arm. It was the boy, the other young one.

"Don't listen to her," he said, trying to sound grown-up. "All she ever talks 'bout is flowers and horsies."

Eric was starting to like these kids when a woman's voice yelled,

"Sara! Ricky! Come here right now!"

Apparently the older girl had informed the mother of her sibling's activities. As he watched them go, Eric felt slightly sad, and his head started to hurt again. No one else got anywhere near him for the rest of the day.

When nightfall came, he decided that it would probably be better if he found somewhere else to sleep than a park bench. He didn't have any money although even if he had he wouldn't have rented a room; he wanted to stay away from people as much as possible.

His body ached all over and the hunger in his stomach was now in the forefront of his mind.

I wish I weren't so hungry. How am I supposed to get food? I have no money and I'm wanted for murder… I'd better find some way to cover up these scars before somebody else notices.

After walking aimlessly around the inside of the nearest super-market, Eric decided that he had to do something. Begging was totally out of the question, but he really needed something to eat and something to wear. People were starting to stare at him, probably due to the fact that his arms were still bright-red. He hadn't seen his face yet.

Let's see… No money, no memory, and nobody to even show me the way. This is gonna be so much fun.

With a plan already forming in his mind, Eric walked over to the nearest cash register. For clothes, he'd decided to grab a couple of long-sleeved shirts. For food, he'd gone with a jar of peanut butter and a small box of protein bars. Don't judge, he likes protein.

Eric smiled at the cashier, who barely looked up from her cell-phone to ask,

"Will that be all for you today, sir?"

He leaned real close to her, as if he were sharing a secret, and whispered,

"I like peanut butter."

She stared at him, stunned. He cut her off just as she was about to say something.

"My mother doesn't let me buy peanut butter, she says it's bad for me," his voice was gaining volume as he continued. "They just don't understand, they just don't care!" He was almost screaming now, and she was frozen in place. Her eyes were wide but, to her credit, she'd kept her mouth closed.

"Some people just think they can do anything, and are you even LISTENING TO ME?!" The last three words were yelled at the top of his lungs.

She blinked a couple of times before finally saying,

"Sir, if you don't leave right now I'm calling security."

It was his turn to be stunned. He hadn't really expected this kind of reaction even though it didn't change the outcome of his plan. He took a step back, taking his items with him, mumbling something about 'good help these days.'

She picked up the phone but he took off before he could hear what she said into it. As he stepped out of the doors, the alarm went off. He almost laughed as he sprinted through the brightly lit parking lot; he seemed to be moving so fast. He looked behind himself to see two security guards making their way slowly across the lot. He was too far away to see why they were moving so slowly but he didn't really care. Maybe they just couldn't see him.

All thoughts of the pursuing guards vanished as soon as Eric got clear of the parking lot and rushed headlong into the dark night.

He barely managed to reach the shelter of an empty parking-garage before he collapsed on the floor, laughing hysterically.

God, I must be crazy.

When he was finally able to stand, the realization of what he'd done was allowed to sink in. He'd just done the stupidest thing ever. Even with his impaired memory he knew that it was stupid.

So, after almost being arrested for murder, I decide to steal without a mask or anything. It's sad that I'm not really crazy, because then I would at least have an excuse. But I'm just plain stupid. I mean really, who does that?

His thoughts were interrupted by the rumbling in his stomach, which also made him decide that it was time to break out the peanut butter. He'd forgotten to snatch some spoons while he was on his way out, so he had to use his fingers.

When he was done, he cleaned his fingers off as well as he could on his old ripped up shirt. Once he was sure that there was no more peanut butter on his hands, he tried on one of the contraband shirts. He then noticed, for the first time, that it had a very large macaw with an eye-patch on the front. Underneath the oversized pirate bird were the words, "Time flies when you're having rum!" You know the kind.

Really? Really? Oh come on, you've got to be kidding me!

Thoroughly frustrated with himself that he couldn't even steal a decent shirt, Eric crawled over behind a dumpster and laid down to sleep.

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Eric woke up on the same park bench that he'd been at before his little debacle. He felt a little stiff and as soon as he sat up, he realized that he had a slip of paper taped to his forehead. He pulled it off and read it. All it said was,

"I'm disappointed in you."

Thoroughly confused, he turned the paper over trying to figure out what it meant. He hadn't noticed before but suddenly his head began to throb with excruciating pain. He leaned over and held his head in his hands.

When he finally looked up, he was surprised to see three little children staring at him. The younger one's mouths were hanging open while the older one looked a little scared, like she wanted to leave but couldn't.

He offered them a weak smile, sincerely hoping that their mother wouldn't call the cops. He knew he must look like a sight and he was glad that there weren't many people around.

He glanced back at the note, still trying to decipher it, and he forgot about the children.

He jumped, feeling a small hand touch his arm. He looked down to see that the smallest of the three children had come over and was now staring up at him with her big eyes.

"I'm Sara," she said in her little voice. "Do you wike fwowers?"

He smiled as she held up a tiny wild-flower. He reached out to take it, and was surprised when he felt another little hand touch his other arm. It was the boy, the other young one.

"Don't listen to her," he said, trying to sound grown-up. "All she ever talks 'bout is flowers and horsies."

Eric was starting to like these kids when a woman's voice yelled,

"Sara! Ricky! Come here right now!"

Apparently the older girl had informed the mother of her sibling's activities. As he watched them go, Eric felt slightly sad, and his head started to hurt again. No one else got anywhere near him for the rest of the day.

When nightfall came, he decided that it would probably be better if he found somewhere else to sleep than a park bench. He didn't have any money although even if he had he wouldn't have rented a room; he wanted to stay away from people as much as possible.

His body ached all over and the hunger in his stomach was now in the forefront of his mind.

I wish I weren't so hungry. How am I supposed to get food? I have no money and I'm wanted for murder… I'd better find some way to cover up these scars before somebody else notices.

After walking aimlessly around the inside of the nearest super-market, Eric decided that he had to do something. Begging was totally out of the question, but he really needed something to eat and something to wear. People were starting to stare at him, probably due to the fact that his arms were still bright-red. He hadn't seen his face yet.

Let's see… No money, no memory, and nobody to even show me the way. This is gonna be so much fun.

With a plan already forming in his mind, Eric walked over to the nearest cash register. For clothes, he'd decided to grab a couple of long-sleeved shirts. For food, he'd gone with a jar of peanut butter and a small box of protein bars. Don't judge, he likes protein.

Eric smiled at the cashier, who barely looked up from her cell-phone to ask,

"Will that be all for you today, sir?"

He leaned real close to her, as if he were sharing a secret, and whispered,

"I like peanut butter."

She stared at him, stunned. He cut her off just as she was about to say something.

"My mother doesn't let me buy peanut butter, she says it's bad for me," his voice was gaining volume as he continued. "They just don't understand, they just don't care!" He was almost screaming now, and she was frozen in place. Her eyes were wide but, to her credit, she'd kept her mouth closed.

"Some people just think they can do anything, and are you even LISTENING TO ME?!" The last three words were yelled at the top of his lungs.

She blinked a couple of times before finally saying,

"Sir, if you don't leave right now I'm calling security."

It was his turn to be stunned. He hadn't really expected this kind of reaction even though it didn't change the outcome of his plan. He took a step back, taking his items with him, mumbling something about 'good help these days.'

She picked up the phone but he took off before he could hear what she said into it. As he stepped out of the doors, the alarm went off. He almost laughed as he sprinted through the brightly lit parking lot; he seemed to be moving so fast. He looked behind himself to see two security guards making their way slowly across the lot. He was too far away to see why they were moving so slowly but he didn't really care. Maybe they just couldn't see him.

All thoughts of the pursuing guards vanished as soon as Eric got clear of the parking lot and rushed headlong into the dark night.

He barely managed to reach the shelter of an empty parking-garage before he collapsed on the floor, laughing hysterically.

God, I must be crazy.

When he was finally able to stand, the realization of what he'd done was allowed to sink in. He'd just done the stupidest thing ever. Even with his impaired memory he knew that it was stupid.

So, after almost being arrested for murder, I decide to steal without a mask or anything. It's sad that I'm not really crazy, because then I would at least have an excuse. But I'm just plain stupid. I mean really, who does that?

His thoughts were interrupted by the rumbling in his stomach, which also made him decide that it was time to break out the peanut butter. He'd forgotten to snatch some spoons while he was on his way out, so he had to use his fingers.

When he was done, he cleaned his fingers off as well as he could on his old ripped up shirt. Once he was sure that there was no more peanut butter on his hands, he tried on one of the contraband shirts. He then noticed, for the first time, that it had a very large macaw with an eye-patch on the front. Underneath the oversized pirate bird were the words, "Time flies when you're having rum!" You know the kind.

Really? Really? Oh come on, you've got to be kidding me!

Thoroughly frustrated with himself that he couldn't even steal a decent shirt, Eric crawled over behind a dumpster and laid down to sleep.