Well to start off, let me say it to you I was just a poor little creature. I was nobody. I was the last guy you could ever expect to succeed. To say about myself, I am a writer, or to be precise I was a writer and to be more specific I wanted to be a writer.
But my luck as always screwed me. I started suffering from a writer's block even before becoming a writer. I was running out of ideas, I was falling short of characters. Honestly I was fucked up. Life had screwed me hard that’s when I got an idea.
I started to think of using the world around me for inspiration. Thus I began following people. I started to follow people randomly, watching how they walked, where they went or what they did. I was hoping to get some inspiration or ideas by following them.
I made up some rules for myself before following people so that my process of inspiration does not gets screwed up. I decided never to follow a same person twice, never to follow a woman in dark alleys during late hours, never to make any contacts with the targets, etc. But you know the human nature, the fucking human nature. I broke some of my rules, some knowingly and others unknowingly.
Like there was a day, when I was following a man, dressed in decent black suit carrying a bag. Now I started to follow that man, with my eyes fixed on that bag. The day that man approached me changed my life forever. He came to me and introduced himself as Cobb, we had a chat where he asked me why was I was following him. He told me straight that he was a burglar. But believe me, he didn't look like one.
Cobb asked me whether I would like to accompany him to his burglaries, to which I replied positively. Yeah, I wanted to go with him. I wanted to understand how does this decent looking, well dressed man does it. As we broke into a house, he started looking around, I thought he would take some valuables or money but he wasn't interested in that. All he wanted to do was to go in through people's stuff and look around. He just enjoyed playing with their belongings, rather you can say their priceless belongings like photographs, letters, CDs and other such things. He always said "You take it away, and show them what they had."