Me and my friends would steal anything that wasn’t nailed down. We learned to get the money out of Pong machines, the early video game found in malls and arcades. We shoplifted the days away, anything we could. Little petty thievin’ street rats. I once tried to rob an old lady by running up behind her and grabbing her purse, but the old fighter had an iron grip on the thing, and started screaming “HELP!” at the top of her lungs. I sprinted away ridden with guilt. Though I robbed all the time, I had a code; I stole from businesses that seemed wealthy. So preying on a vulnerable old woman
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