I'll Never Steal Again, but I Feel Bad for Them

When i was eight, maybe seven years old, my mam took myself and my little sister shopping a. And so i saw a pack of bazuka gum,. I tore it open very secretly and stole a piece. At 14, we would continuously take my best friends mam's car when she was out of town. Oh, and one time we ended up taking it to a place where, you know, our friends were parting, drinking, stuff like that. Um, all of a sudden there's a calk car behind me, a pulling me over, flashing their lights in because someone in the area was being drunk. Ah, so that was a lesson learned, that i