I didn't have an easy life. Waiting tables for a function centre was about as good as life got for me. There were no tips--unless telling me I had a great arse could be considered a tip--but it was enough for me to live on, barely. Everything else I needed, I took. And I was never caught, except that one time when these brothers and some weird chick busted me for stealing their car. It was their fault I took it. They shouldn't have left their keys...