Alright, so in his defense, he had actually worked for his money today. But then he had run into his mother, and though he had been determined not to give the bitch anything, she had somehow talked him into handing it over anyway. And now he had nothing, and she was in the pub. 

So could anyone really blame him for lurking in an alley with a knife in his pocket? He didn't think so. 

Hiding in the shadows, he looked around for a suitable victim. It had to be quiet enough when the person passed. They had to be unsuspecting. And they should look as if they had enough money on them. He wasn't going to risk prison for a penny.