Prom Night

In an earlier post, I mentioned that I stole my prom dress. This reminded me of my prom and I thought it would make a nice story.

Shoplifting Sprees

When I was seventeen years old, I went through a phase where I stole shit. I never stole from people, just stores. And I was pretty damn good at it, if I do say so myself. I owe a lot of my booty to an old brown corduroy jacket I got at a yard sale for a dollar. I loved that jacket. It was a men’s suit jacket (it went with my grunge look at the time) so it was a little big on me and the sleeves covered most of my hands. Perfect for shopping…five-finger-style.