Monday, June 16, 2008

True Story 12

In my early teens, I lived to steal. Petty thefts, I thought. Things lifted from unlocked cars. Glovebox contents. Toll change. Then things escalated; I wanted tools. Tools could be sold. Everybody wanted them. Seems there were lots of people out there using tools. Folks I could sell to. Folks I could steal from. What were they doing with all these tools, I wondered. Fixing things? Making things? It took awhile, but it slowly dawned on me that whatever they were doing with tools was a far site more than I was doing with them.

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