why shoplifting is bad...
when I was at sixth form (which mostly consisted of getting stoned in the gardens of a nearby NT house with all my hippy/goth/NMA* type friends) one of the girls did lots of shoplifting...

We were on Castle Fields in Hereford one sunny afternoon when she produced a bottle of vodka (from Tescos - in the days before they put those weird plastic things on the tops) No one liked it, so I drank about 3/4 of it...

I *vaguely* remember someone piercing my ear (on my slurred insistence) at the top - you know, that hard cartilege bit...

I quite vividly remember hoiking into a carrier bag on the bus on the way home while various friends merrily assured the bus driver he couldnt hear me puking myself inside out...and my lovely mate Matt genteely taking said carrier bag and swinging it over the hedge into an adjoining field...with all the vodka slurry flying into the air as he did so...

I *vaguely* remember getting into the car with my dad (bus stop was 4 miles from home) and somehow, god, I don't know HOW, convincing him I was genuinely ill...

He took me home, I lay on my bed passing in and out of conciousness...my mum rang the doctors in a panic...she or he (can't remember!!) actually took me there, suspecting I'd got appendicitis....even more vague is the memory of my family doctor pressing my stomach...now he MUST have known I was just a pissed up teenager...

That was 16 years ago and I still can't believe I got away with it, or if I did get away with it, or what, really?

so...that is why shoplifting is bad**

And so is taking drugs...

and skiving college...

yes.

EDIT * ok, so I was the only goth...but they liked/put up with me!

** It was funny when I was 16, and someone else did it...and it wasn't from a private individual...y'know... :)
( curvylittlegoth heard the voices in your head on, Fri 11 Jan 2008, 0:28, 1 reply)

Hoorah!
For mentioning NMA!
( SpikeyPickle wishes he was mabazaritchie, Fri 11 Jan 2008, 12:01, closed)