F3 Choosing out the Mark

     They always says to me to go after the weak guy. The nervous guy who doesn't belong. You know the type, the real fish out of water. And there he is sittin' off by his lonesome. It's clear he don't really belong. He's sittin' straight, dressed nice, glasses. Looks like a real poindexter. Chances are I could lift him nice and easy, probably get a good bit, too, for my trouble.

     But it ain't my style, see? I like to go after the overconfident guys. You know the type. The ones that show off how much they got. Like that guy over there at the bar. I got a look at the label when he opened the jacket. It's Armani. More than that, he paid cash for the drinks he's having with his buddies. The guy's loaded, in more ways than one. With a ruckus like that, they ain't ever gonna notice me. So it's time get paid. Hmm, keys in the front pocket, huh? Wonder what kind of car he's got.