1.15.2009
Well, in the moment it felt great. Because I loved the power of being able to keep it all moving. I felt like the master of the puppets (cue Metallica) and I was in complete control. The control of filling the void was done by stealing. It was my new thing and I loved it.
Every chance I got I would steal. Friends houses, stores, work, it didn't matter. In high school if I could get my hands on it- I was going to have it. Case closed. I was real big into the skateboarding scene and all that gear and clothing got expensive. My mom would always ask how I got something and I would say a friend gave it to me or they were doing a give away. Anything to get by.
One time we were trying to build a ramp with friends. We saw a construction place where they stored their supplies near our friend Andrew's house. Figured we would just "borrow" some of it to make our sweet little ramp. So we went under the chain fence, threw the wood over to our friends and rolled out for some skating goodness.
What we didn't know was someone was watching. Totally unaware, we were kickin' it with the ramp when multiple cops cruise around the corner. We split, but all got caught. The place pressed charges and we went to court. I was scared to death.
Sweatin' bullets in front of the judge and they made us go through the whole bit. The lawyer one of the kids had got us off and I didn't learn my lesson one bit. Kept stealing, breaking into cars, and doing my own thing. All the while meeting girls and trying to see how many I could tally up.
That was until I met a pretty serious girlfriend, then things changed...