The bittersweetness of uncertainty: To win or to lose.
He's most likely robbing the bank as a paycheck on the world for winning the ugliness prize at his local fete three years running.
Winning wasn't natural for me. It had to be fought for, in the echoes and trodden footprints of my mind.
But neither of us knows, because a fight's worth nothing if you know from the start that you're going to win it.