Personal Narrative: A Man Without A Gun

I don't want to hurt anyone, that's not the point. In fact, I'd much prefer not to steal either; it's unfortunate that this family is going to lose so much, but my kid needs to eat. That's not to say I feel bad about what I'm doing, I don't. Its just inconvenient for everyone involved. It's no ones fault that this is happening. Certainly not mine, it simply must be done. What can I do when I have bills to pay, a child to feed, and just got laid off? I told my Mother I was going to a job interview, she's watching the kid so that I can rob my old boss. I don't hold a grudge against him, it's not his fault; decisions had to be made, people had to be let go. I understand that. I just think it makes sense to get my money from the man who took it from me. I hope he understands that.
It's time to go inside, I bring no weapon, I mean him no harm. Regardless, I know him well. I'm 6'4 220 and he's a measly 5'6 140 or less. He is strongly against guns and if he spots me and chooses to find a weapon, I doubt anything he has would be of much use. The door is unlocked so I'm stepping inside. He should be asleep by now, it's 2am, and the lights have been off since midnight. Nothing could possibly go wrong. I planned this for weeks. His wife and kids are away in Ohio for a Skiing trip, leaving him home alone, and me with only one pair of eyes to worry about. I'm
He was a huge man, and although he wore a mask I could tell by the way he walked, hunched over as if in agonizing back pain that he was of an old age. However; by his sheer size I knew that even if he was seventy years old there was no way I could take him in a