Caught

<p>All my life I’ve had a love for control. In order to have control I needed money. It started out from something as simple as an allowance. If it wasn’t given to me I found a way to get it. Hell I was filling my little Gerber baby food jars with all the coins that I could get my hands on at an early age. The sound of the money clinking against the glass thrilled me. Somehow I understood that what I had in my hand was power and I wanted it all the time. I was becoming a master of money before I even mastered multiplication.</p><p> </p><p>I’ve always excelled at anything that I made up my mind to do. From grade school through high school I had no problems academically. I graduated college had a successful business and entered into the positive career field of law enforcement. I was extremely blessed but greed got the best of me while climbing my way to the top of the economic ladder. Then there I was living it up in Laughlin Nevada in a clean brown Armani suit to match my complexion wearing jewelry that could pay someone’s mortgage for a year enjoying the high life in the “City of Lights and Chances”. Everything was so exciting every moment so electric and I was clueless that the ground beneath me was caving in. As I placed another bet eyes glazed over in anticipation waiting for the big money hit I was oblivious to the fact that my quiet secure humble home and my business were being surrounded for a raid. How foolish and greedy could I have been to let it get this far? Now there was no way out. <em>I was caught!</em></p></body>