Robert DeNiro.

[Kitosdad]

Leon had always loved to see the Robert DeNiro films, and the last one he had seen had really fired his imagination.

DeNiro had been put in prison and he had to prove to the other inmates just how tough he was.

Leon yearned to emulate his idol and he decided that he would commit a crime which would land him in prison. Nothing spectacular, just serious enough to ensure that he would go to prison, but not for a long time.

He set out to prepare himself for his time inside. He refused the meals that his mother so lovingly prepared for him, and he drank only beer. He had never seen DeNiro eat, so that's how it should be. He would only eat when he was forced to.

He set about on a strict training regime, with two hours of weight training in the morning a two hours jogging in the afternoon. He even had several tattoos applied to his torso.

As the weeks passed his body responded to his training and he began to see muscles appear where none had previously been.
He could drink several beers at one sitting, and he barely ate or talked to anyone, other than to snarl a reply.

People had noticed the change in him and even his closest friends started to stay away from him.

He was unconcerned. It wouldn't bother DeNiro, why should it bother him that he had no friends, and as for his mother crying in the night, that didn't bother him too much either.

Every day he would work-out in the gym and every afternoon he would pound the roads. He became fitter and stronger than he had ever been. He was developing the physique which would ensure he had respect when he finally went inside.
DeNiro would surely be proud of him.

For months he followed this arduous regime until he finally decided that he was ready to commit his crime.

He had taken no chances with this part of his plan either. He had gone to the library and gleaned from the law books just which crimes would bring a short sentence, and he decided burglary was the surest way of being sent to prison.

That night he couldn't relax. He walked around his neighbourhood until he saw a suitable premises to rob.
He went back home and from his wardrobe he chose his darkest clothing and put it on.
He went downstairs and sat through a very long and boring film. Eventually his mother went to bed and he snarled a reply to her goodnight call.

He left the house in the early hours of the morning and approached the house which he had chosen earlier. The house was in complete darkness. Good, they will be fast asleep by now, he thought to himself.

He went to a window at the rear of the house and quickly forced it open. As he was climbing through the open window the lights of the room blazed on. He flung himself out
pf the window far quicker than he had entered, and he ignored the shout for him to stop. As he ran across the lawn he heard what he thought was a shot ring out. As he slowly sank onto the grass his last thought was that he hoped that DeNiro didn't read about this in the newspaper.

Kitos.
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