Past Pleasures-Personal Narrative
Past Pleasures Pleasant Dreams Lost Pleasures Prologue I know I can get away with it. I’ve got to get away from this town and if my plan works I will be able to go or do whatever I want. My father is always telling me, “Tony you’ll never amount to anything. You have no ambition, no plan for the future.” I am so tired of making such a miserable amount of pay for working for my father at his jewelry shop. I’m going to show him. I have enough ambition and a plan to ruin him for not thinking I’m not worth anything. My plan is to steal my father’s rare diamonds from the jewelry shop and make it look as though he’s been robbed. Everything was going great until I went out drinking with my two friends, Frank and Bradley. It wasn’t long before they had me so intoxicated that I started bragging to them about what I was planning to do to my father. That was a huge mistake because now there is a kink in how my plan is supposed to go. There is no way that I want to let them be part of my plan. …show more content…
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