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His hand was sweating profusely as it gripped the worn hickory grip of the old .38 caliber Saturday Night Special. It wasn’t that there was a lot of heat in the pocket of the tattered old green army jacket; instead, the nervousness that comes along with making such a monumental decision, the kind of decision that will impact the rest of your life, caused the pores in the palms of his hands to pump out the moisture in overtime. If his nerves allowed for it, he could very shortly become eligible to be locked in a small room with bars on the door and window for the rest of his natural life. Of course, that would only happen if he were caught. The truth is that, even though he had only been convicted twice before of felony charges, hence the potential for garnering that dreadful third conviction, he had committed hundreds of crimes during his otherwise unproductive life.