“Thieves in balaclavas broke into Paris’ Louvre museum on Sunday morning, using a crane to smash an upstairs window, then stealing priceless objects from an area that houses the French crown jewels before escaping on motorbikes.”
— Reuters
I am the best at what I do. I move with precision, each step a carefully choreographed ballet. I do not simply steal things like a common pickpocket; I perform. I create. I inspire.
But not before 9:30 a.m.
If I were to, say, steal the crown jewels from the Louvre, I would not get up at the crack of dawn to do it. Mais non! How could I be expected to perform my best work without a good night’s sleep? Heist days are long, and a sleepy thief is a grouchy thief. And what of my petit dejeuner? Am I to rappel from the roof of the museum’s jewel wing without having enjoyed my pain au chocolat? I may be a thief, but I am not an animal.


