2019-03-13 at 10:33 PM UTC
No, I am not allowed around schools.
2019-03-14 at 4:22 AM UTC
-SpectraL
coward
[the spuriously bluish-lilac bushman]
I was right onto the hit and run artists. I'd stand right near the exit and chill. They'd walk in, 30 seconds, pick up a TV, no cart or anything, walk right out with it, taxi parked and idling right outside the front doors with trunk already open. I'd nail him at the waist like a ton of bricks as soon as he went to dump the TV in the truck. Taxi takes off. Put cuffs on the perp. Drag him by an elbow lock all the way to the back office. That was my typical day.
2019-03-14 at 4:36 AM UTC
I stole beer a couple of times. just a few single bottles. In highschool.
then I just stop stealing cause it's retarded and I don't need to have something that badly I can't afford.
Before that, like age 6-7 from Mom's purse. got caught. as beating and a guilt lecture which is why I didn't steal except those beers. I think it just sunk in. plus it's cheating. I'm barely making payments. worst I'v ever been in. I'll have them take my repo my car if it comes down to that. go find a Job doing something else
I hope it doesn't happen. I like my car. it's pretty cool.
2019-03-14 at 4:44 AM UTC
-SpectraL
coward
[the spuriously bluish-lilac bushman]
When I was about 12 or 13, my buddy and I went into the department store at lunch time from school, and my buddy grabbed some gum off the shelf and pocketed it. I saw him do it, but didn't say anything. We walked around for a bit, and then we headed toward the main exit doors. As we approached the doors, we looked back and a very fat, big, bald man in a suit and tie was chugging up toward us saying, stop right there. My buddy booked it for the doors, so I ran along with him, and when we got to the glass doors, my buddy kicked one of the doors with his foot to open it fast and his whole leg went right through the glass. So he had one leg sticking through the door, and the blood started to spew out all over the sidewalk, so I grabbed him and literally wrenched him out of the frame, and then we ran all the way across the parking lot and back to the school, with blood leaking out of my friend like a sieve, and the fat, bald man chasing us the whole way. When we got inside the school, I pushed my buddy to the bathroom and told him to clean himself up and try and bandage himself, and I went back to class and sat down and acted cool, collected and nonchalant. Ten minutes later, a loud message came on the school intercom asking I come to the Principal's Office at once. My friend had put the finger on me, and him and the fat man were in the office as I walked in.
2019-03-14 at 4:50 AM UTC
-SpectraL
coward
[the spuriously bluish-lilac bushman]
Then I said, what's going on? And they all looked at me and didn't say anything. Then I looked at my friend, and said, why are you here? And he said, "they got us". And I'm like, wtf? Got who? You? With the Principal and the fat man standing right there. Then I said, you got nothing on me, looked at the fat man, and walked out. Nothing happened to me.