Kyle.

I jumped out of the car and brought out my pistol. Slowly I walked around the car, only taking a second to glance inside. "What the fuck are you doing here Kyle?" I asked to myself. There was a large burned out van between me and the mailbox which we'd dropped the money in. I could hear hammering and clunking coming from the opposite side of the truck. I wasn't sure how to handle the situation so I slowly walked around the end of the truck, with my gun pointed straight ahead. Immediately I saw Kyle, and I found out what the sounds were. He had his back to me and was kicking the shit out of the blue postal box. I guess he couldn't get the money out of it.

"MOTHER-FUCKER!" he yelled as he drew his foot back to take another kick at the box. I stood and watched for a few minutes as he struggled. After getting tired of kicking the box he decided to pry the door off with his crowbar. The tool had been laying on the ground, I assumed he had tried once already and gotten pissed. Kyle jammed the crowbar between the door and the box and began reffing on the fucker. I almost laughed my ass off when the door finally popped open, sending him on his ass! I thought he might see me, so I ducked back behind the truck for a minute.

When I looked again he was taking the $500, 000 out of the box. It was all there, the three bags we had dropped just hours before. Kyle turned out to be almost as crazy as I am. He started talking to the money and shit. He asked, "Do you know what you are?" Then I saw him take a stack of bills and open and close them, mimicking a mouth! "Yes, I am that operation your sister needs," said the money. Now, I knew why Kyle had sunken to this level. I had forgot all about his sick little sister. I am not sure what the hell is wrong with her, but she needs an operation, an expensive one. When I say his little sister, that isn't fully true. The girl must be 19, and damn does she have a nice rack on her... shit, what I wouldn't do to... ha, nevermind.

So there is Kyle talking to the money. What should I do? He needs the money for his sister, but I need the money for my new life. Maybe we can work something out.