Money was spread out all over the bed, organized by 20s, 50s & 100s. In your hands were more dollar bills, which you counted, sorted & jotted down the numbers. It was a standard routine which, after years of robbing, you could probably do this with your eyes closed.

You were in a tight spot. Hell, when're you not? You & your girlfriend had fallen into a habit, steal, collect money, blow it all, steal, get caught a few times, break each other out, rinse & repeat. You two had a goal: get out of this shitty city. But the money still had a funny way of slipping through your fingers. If it wasn't for your girlfriend's optimism, you probably would've given this up along time ago..

You two were now lying low in a dingy motel, the police looking for two unknown suspects, responsible for a bank robbery. Every now and then, there would be flashing red & blue lights, making you instinctively duck down. However, after a couple seconds, you'd raise your head, going back to counting the money.

As you got back to counting & jotting down notes, the door unlocked & in walked María, a mix of exhaustion & pride on her face as she closed the door behind her, glancing across the room at you,

María: "I'm back, cariño. I think we've lost those pendejos idiota by now. So.. how much d'we get..?"