Shoplifter's Paradise

I have absolutely no reason why I started shoplifting. To me it was looking at the situation and seeing me benefiting from it. It all started last year (2011), a friend of mine and I decided to look around a small boutique that had just opened not too far from home. That Boutique was packed with really cool stuff, a lot of stuff that I wanted at that!:D.

Steeling was very unfamiliar to me, I had never been encouraged to ever take a belonging that was not mine. There was only one person working in the store, and two of us. At first when I look back I can see how innocent it was back then, before I began to plan my evil doings. 

I left the store feeling quite blue, I had finished my money earlier that day and there were a lot of things that I would have loved to have purchased in that shop. After we turned the corner, my friend took out a huge blinged up watch, astonished I asked her what she had done. I knew she had not bought it because we both had no money; my gasp was only masked by her classically silly pout. What had she done! She had wanted it, she had really wanted it. She didn’t have the R450 on her, so she took it.

The last words I heard from her that afternoon as we departed after a long and strenuous day were “This is it, this is how the world works. It’s either you play along or you get squashed. It’s survival of the fittest dude”, after several hours of evaluation I realised she was right.Those watches were pricy and I knew my mother would never get them for me. I had to get them myself; after all I’ve always had my back!

The following day I informed my friend that I was in. We planned our shit well; we had code names, hand gestures and nods of communication.

The rules were:

1..Don't take more than you nee,don't get greedy

2.If you get cuaght you're on your own. 

3.Never discuss the things we do with anyone!. 

4.Don't take anything you don't need

All went according to plan for a couple of months. The goods were coming in at regular intervals. I was happy. I was hardly ever happy, so this-the one thing that made me happy I knew I had to hold onto it for dear life. My friend and I were the shit, we kept our business underground but we were doing very well in the business. We would never go for big stores, stores with camera’s or metal detectors and stores with no more than 2 people working in them. This seems like a heavy list hey, but we seemed to get ourselves around with the precautions. After one month we had shoplifted over R3500 worth of stuff. This lifestyle seemed easy and beneficial to us, made our lives a lot smoother /hmm. We were rolling in cash; we would sell the goods for an even larger profit. As we had anticipated the guilt of theft gradually slipped our consciences. We stopped feeling guilty and ashamed, rather such armature feelings and thoughts were replaced by cheerful gestures of encouragement to one another. Every time we had a “job” we would firmly shake hands before. A gesture we used to recall all the terms and conditions of the job, all the consequences. We understood them all, the possibility of getting caught. The humiliation, the criminal record! The thrill of gambling with my possible future was intoxicating, ravishing. I had to have more!/XD

One particular job didn’t go as well, one job went sour. Before I knew it I was hooked, and with addiction comes selfishness with that comes greed. Scouting the mall one day with my friend I had taken something that I didn’t need, I had defied the rules. A Grey’s Anatomy DVD. Had I known that the motherfucken had a sensor, my life would have been different today. As I left the music store the store metal detectors went absolutely nuts, they went off./floor. I had never taken the expression”I was shitting my pants” very seriously until that day. My heart was beating like a bitch in heat and I was sweating as much as a swine. This was it, and then someone helped me. Not my friend, but myself. As I stood there frozen, my natural protective instincts kicked in. I had to protect myself, because I always had My own back. I quickly turned around and walked into the store wearing and angry expression as if I wasn’t guilty. As the cashier came towards me I skilfully took the DVD out and slide it back onto the selves/sweat. She didn’t see me, but there was no fucken way that those cameras didn’t see that shit. Saved! I was off the hook, uncaught. My friend’s comforting words were not to worry and such things happen to make us stronger in the game. I didn’t think so, I was so fucken scared that day that I decided not to ever shoplift in my life again! I swore to my friend and myself not to do that shit again. When I look at it all now, it isn’t worth it. SO I decided instead of shoplifting, why not just steal cash!/wahaha

Another true life story

*Gran(^~^)Dad*