There are all sorts of crimes and taking something that is not yours is the absolute lowest.
I have more respect for a murderer than a thief.
Now before you get all puffed up and froggy, I recognize the difference between ill-gotten gain and a necessity to survive for those desperate enough to try and provide for themselves or their family.
It is still wrong, and yes, it leads to questions on urban social reform and blah fucking blah.
I hate when people do that.
Knock it off.
I got an ass-whipping of the type that, in today’s pussy world, would have landed my mother in a prison cell. I detail it in a 3/15/21 post titled The Great Recess Caper of 1961. It is in my compendium of short and short-short stories titled EMOTIONS: Not your Mama’s ABC’s! If you want to start a guilty pleasure, wake and bake and then check out one of my previous 1040 posts.
Or my book.
I can hear the absolute fury and rage and I could see her eyes glow like fire as she repeatedly raised her fist in the air, “There are no thieves in this family! There are no thieves in this family! THERE ARE NO THIEVES IN THIS FAMILY!!!”
Debate all you want about right or wrong, but you cannot argue effectiveness.
I never took a single thing that didn’t belong to me ever again.
And my ass still stings.
Children and the proper way to raise them is another of the fields in which I am an expert.
This, despite never having had any children of my own.
For the longest time, I was my friends’ kids’ buddy, now I’m like the grandpa.
A very tragic tale of an ill-fated attempt to steal marijuana plants from a plantation on the island of Maui.
Now I love weed myself, but even an old buzzard like myself, knows that you don’t stumble upon acres of trimmed and pruned marijuana plants and think for one second, that you can steal some and walk away with it.
They are not growing wild and unattended.
Maybe you didn’t see them, but they are watching over those plants closely.
Twenty-one years old.
Blonde.
Surfer boy.
Girls adored him.
He worked for me as a cook in Santa Barbara.
He asks to speak to me in my office.
He would resign his position because he and his surfer dude bud stumbled upon this entire field of weed growing wild and left unattended.
I tried…
It is the same kind of thing that makes me shake my head in wonder when someone will risk their own life for a selfie.
I mean how low a value do you place on your life that you would risk it for a cool picture?
I admit, when I was young I did some stupid, I mean incredibly stupid, things that could have gotten me, but worse yet, others, killed.
Not proud of that; it happened.
I thank God that worse never happened.
But in the city of luck, I got lucky.
Although I had quite the ignominious denouement to my stay in Las Vegas, I did manage to leave with more than I got there with after five years and four girlfriends.
That’s gotta be some sort of record, right?
Stay well.
