"Don't know what I want but I know how to get it".
When I was 16 years old, I got busted shoplifting. Did I ever tell about you this? I don't remember. Anyway, I got stupid, careless. The store detective wrote in his report that it appeared I wanted to get caught. The merchandise was a cassette of Highway To Hell by AC/DC, which would be absolutely worthless today.
I started shoplifting when I was 7. I had a fairly sophisticated m.o. at that age. I'd obtain a paper bag with the store's logo at an out of service checkout lane and casually wander the aisles, and when the coast was clear I'd fill the bag. My favorite place to hit was Thrifty's. They had an ice cream counter at the front of the store, and I'd often stop to buy a double scoop before exiting with the loot.
9 times out of 10, I'd find a place to hunker down outside near the entrance of the store, savor my ice cream and take in the beauty of the day; California sunshine, blue sky, fluffy clouds, cool breeze. And I was sure of myself. My pathology was very, very cool. Not "cool" cool. The thrill was the thing. I never cared too much about the goods.
They say your personality is fully formed by the time you're 8 years old. Whatever other traits you acquire as the years progress are plugged into that persona. This is a key to something I don't like to think about. But I do.
When I was 16 years old, I got busted shoplifting. Did I ever tell about you this? I don't remember. Anyway, I got stupid, careless. The store detective wrote in his report that it appeared I wanted to get caught. The merchandise was a cassette of Highway To Hell by AC/DC, which would be absolutely worthless today.
I started shoplifting when I was 7. I had a fairly sophisticated m.o. at that age. I'd obtain a paper bag with the store's logo at an out of service checkout lane and casually wander the aisles, and when the coast was clear I'd fill the bag. My favorite place to hit was Thrifty's. They had an ice cream counter at the front of the store, and I'd often stop to buy a double scoop before exiting with the loot.
9 times out of 10, I'd find a place to hunker down outside near the entrance of the store, savor my ice cream and take in the beauty of the day; California sunshine, blue sky, fluffy clouds, cool breeze. And I was sure of myself. My pathology was very, very cool. Not "cool" cool. The thrill was the thing. I never cared too much about the goods.
They say your personality is fully formed by the time you're 8 years old. Whatever other traits you acquire as the years progress are plugged into that persona. This is a key to something I don't like to think about. But I do.
elisabethford:
thank you 