I once read a magazine biography of a down-and-out basketball star who was so desperately addicted to drugs that he took to crime. Let's call him "Bill" for dramatic effect. His first mistake was to rob a convenience store in his own neighbourhood. The owner of the store instantly recognized the six-foot-plus basketball star neighbour despite his pathetic attempt to wear a mask. When the owner said, 'Bill, don't do this, okay?'
To which the player/robber replied, 'Naw, it ain't me, man. It ain't me.'
To which the player/robber replied, 'Naw, it ain't me, man. It ain't me.'