Call me old fashioned, but I love a good train heist.
There’s something romantic about it.
Billy The Kid, Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid.
Those names are woven into the fabric and folklore of the American West.
I am sure they still happen and I just wasn’t aware of them.
This is the first time I’ve seen a train heist so brazen in broad daylight.
They chased Butch Cassidy and Sundance all the way down to Bolivia and shot them dead.
you might make your house look like a Buffalo Wild Wings.
TVs everywhere and it’s cool.
Train heists have to be like a big Easter Egg hunt at this point.
You don’t know what’s in a freight car until you crack it open.
Not like doing a smash and grab downtown at a CVS or a designer store.
Has to be exhilarating to crack open that mystery prize pack.
