i used to steal a lot back in the day. back when i was into card games, i used to steal boxes of cards at a time, which is like fourty-eight packs. it was bad. everytime i'd get caught there'd be a period of sobriety and control, but whenever i couldn't get the cash - i'd be right back at the store. eventually, the cops were called on me, by none other than my own father. i spent a day or two in jail before my friends put up the bail. it's been about eight months since then and, i've only stolen a few small items. a small mason jar from work and a lizard that flashed three lights simultaneously. nothing big or valuable, unless it's sentimental value you count, in which case, the store owes me some change. know what i'm saying?

i'd steal because it was convenient - it was always an impulsive decision for me, which in my latter years of thievery became more apparent, when i began to steal from family. i wasn't trusted, which further threw me into a dark corner. instead of trying to earn my trust back, i chose the easy way - steal it! soon, everyone owed me. i was a victim.

every now and again, i'll take someone's candybar out of the refrigerator, but other than that, i'm clean. i just haven't had the temptation anymore. it seems to me that it would hurt me more than them if i stole something, now. karma can be your best-friend or your greatest enemy. it's your choice.