I woke up with new surroundings than those which were present at the time I had passed out. There was no longer the blue skies and brownish-green grass, but grey. Grey all around. The ground I had awoken was hard and cold. The bread that nice girl gave me was gone, even though I didnt need it at the time. I was jailed. After all this time of evading the police, I had finally been caught, but how?

I thought back to the day before, or what seemed like a day, and remembered going to a bar to get something to drink. There was that one guy who gave me a funny look... but then what?
What happened?

Just then, a few cops entered the jail, chattering away with each other about their days and thoughts. I listened in...

"...yeah, I heard ya. He was holding up a book store with his Sunday belt."
"You still don't believe me do you?"
"Not the slightest."
"I promise! This city is full of hooligans!"

I smiled, despite my situation.

"They may be 'hooligans' as you call them, but they aren't retards."
"I swear its true. He may have been drunk or somethin', but its true. If a known murderer and theif can pass out in his stolen car right by the police station, a guy can attempt to hold up a bookstore with his belt."

Just then it all came back to me. I was full of anger and confusion. The part about being a theif I understand, but how could they have known that I killed a man? It was just that one rainy night. There must have been a witness... someone... somewhere... but who?

I stopped thinking as an opportunity arose. The older police man had left, leaving the less experienced one behind. I tore a strand of cloth off my shirt and beconed him over. He came and I asked him for a glass of water. He laughed and turned away, which at that instant, I reached through the bars and flung the cloth around his neck, choking him untill he passed out, or died. I didn't bother to check which. I managed to get the keys from his belt and unlocked the cell. I was free once again!

Sirens peppered the night in the search for the escaped convict...

"STOP! POLICE!" yelled the officer in blue. You know, its quite funny when they say that. I never do. Why should I? Life is so exciting living on the edge. The feeling is just too wonderful to forfeit to a lifetime in jail. Ever since that first night... the night I got my revenge on this cruel city, its been STOP! POLICE! day after day. Good thing the police force is full of trash, else I never would have lasted this long. Hah, my favorite was the time I convinced one of the drunks at the bar to hand over their car keys. He called the police the next day after he had sobered up and all I had to do was switch the license plate to avoid them. You think they would have another way to identify a stolen vehicle, but no. I almost feel sorry for the guy I switched the license plates with... Poor bastard.
I turned the corner and sprinted behind the pawn shop where my get-away car was stationed. The police trailed behind, panting like the dogs they are. I threw a sack-full of goods and cash into the back seat and floored it. The two officers in pursuit were just emerging from behind the shop when they heard the loud roar of the engine and squeal of the wheels. One of them dove out of the way just in time before the front of the car collided with him. The other, however, was not so lucky. He tried to get out of the way, but his leg got caught under the wheel with a painfully loud crunch and screams.
I laughed and sped off down the street, swerving out of the way of oncoming traffic. When I was a safe enough distance away, I stopped and got out.
"I'm way passed those blueberry pancakes!" I chuckled as I counted the cash. Three hundred fifty dollars. Not bad. Time to celebrate!
I walked into the bar and bought a victory beer. Then another. And another. I was finishing up the last few sips when I looked over and eyed an interesting man across the bar. I think he owned the place, but it was hard to tell. My mind was drowning in alcohol.
The man looked at me funny--sort of suspiciously, you know, how they sort of tilt their head slightly to the side and narrow their vision a bit. I guess I should take my leave. He might recognize me from somewhere.
I got up from my seat and stumbled along the room, finally making it outside. I got inside my stolen car and collapsed...