Okay. Maybe there was one more youthful indiscretion

No sooner than I had declared what I thought was my one criminal act than a friend of mine reminded me of another youthful indiscretion. Again, this is not at the same level as Martin, the protagonist from SOMETHING MISSING, but it's a decent story that I thought I would share.

Hopefully this is the last story of criminal mischief that a friend will recall.

When I was nineteen years old, I was living on my own. My mother was impoverished and I hadn't spoken to my father in a very long...