Sticky fingers.
The first thing I ever stole was a chocolate football from the brand new 7-11 in my home town. The year was probably 1976.
I was scared,
it was a rush,
and all of the excitement made the chocolate taste that much better.
The last thing I stole was this image.
The thrill is gone, but the site I took if from is damn sassy.
It makes chocolate taste good too.
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They leveled that 7-11 ya know...sorry.
Posted by: leveled_eleven | January 26, 2007 04:24 PM
i used to steal shit when i was in catholic school so i would get in trouble because i hated it there. my brother, who was one year older than me got a copy of all the keys to the school. we'd break in at night on the weekends after riding our bmx bikes there under cover of darkness. i'll never forget torching the library. or all the milk we poured in the hallways attempting to make everything stink really bad. or supergluing all the locks. how i became an expert on all types of fire extinguishers. or the teachers desks i pissed on. when i got finally got kicked out (it took years) and went to public school i changed overnight and didn't steal much or do much breaking and entering anymore. fights were more seldom and only in self-defense.
that was the story of a bad time in my life when i acted out. cuz stealing can be a sign that you're hurting inside and you want to go to public school.
Posted by: you_might_need_help | January 24, 2007 06:10 AM