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Posting Date 2006-09-10 15:09:33
Author 3viln0thing
Title Cheap theft
Category commited a crime
Where it happend Wal-mart
Age then 14
Age now 18
Gender MALE
Viewed 15
Story Length 436
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Cheap theft

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The first, and nearly last crime I've commited was to steal a pen from the office supply section of my local walmart, I now justify it in my head by beliving that its a very very tiny retribution for their undercutting of small buisnesses.

My friend and I went to a walmart when I was 14, and I was incredibly bored. While walking through the office supply section, I decided that it would cure the boredomto steal something.. Something big. My allowence at this point was $5 per week, so the shiny black $6.00 pen looked pretty expensive, matching my wish to steal something big. I quickly glanced up and down the isle, looking glancing as casually as a 14 yearold future first time theif can look while glancing at a black sphere that he knows could be watching him. Being paranoid of getting caught happend even before I touched the pen, and removed it from the rail holding it on the shelf. When I finally got done glancing around for anybody who might catch me. I slid it slowly and noiselessly* off the rail, and slipped it into my pocket like a veteran theif who'd had way too much to drink. I walked slowly around the store, continuosly looking at my pocket to make sure that you couldnt see the outline of the obviously stolen pen in my pocket. I eventually found my friend and left the store, pen still in my pocket. I fought the urge to turn around and look at the roof-mounted cameras, positive they would be trained on me. The office supply section of any wal-mart has never felt the same ever since. I have a persisting fear that wal-mart knows who I am, and that sales acosicates (the sneaky ones with the odd posture, and clicky price changer thing) are waiting in the dark corners of the isles, getting ready to sneak up on me and tag me with a sticker that says “…” well no something more evil than …, far more evil than that! The wording of this story may be entirely silly, but the feelings are there. Wal-mart scares me, and not just because of their evil business practices, but simply because my conscience never shuts up! It really won’t. ;\

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* obviously its a wal-mart, and "noiseless"ness doesnt matter a bit concidering the loud noise of the dreams of small buisnesses crushed under its large tracks.. And the screams of small children who have just been told that they can not have the pack of pokemon cards they really want.


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