Anthony had managed to get past the point of crying whenever he considered thieving, again. Which was extremely convenient for him. After all, he needed money, and looking for a job was currently out of question. Robbing people was a good way to get quick money, as long as you don't get caught. There were always stupid, rich tourists who he could relieve of their earthly possessions.

And he didn't really have 'morals' which would stop him from crime. The only thing keeping him back was the fear of getting caught, but he tried to put faith in himself and believe that that wouldn't happen.

Nevermind all that, though. Anthony leaned against the wall in an alley, waiting patiently for a suitable target to pass by. It was nighttime so he was certain that it would take time, but it was also safer at this time of day, and he wasn't about to take unnecessary risks. And so he waited, waited, waited.