sometimes all it took was getting laid off work and trying to make easy money to feed a family. Sometimes parents didn’t give a shit and kids had to steal stuff to survive. Sometimes they got lost in the system, trampled on by life, blinded by the fact no one seemed to give a rat’s arse. Sometimes they were forgotten; sometimes it was desperation or mental illness or addiction that kept company with bad decisions and unfortunate circumstances. And sometimes good people did bad things.
