I wouldnt consider a life of crime for two reasons: first, I cant do wrong in the first place. Second of all, I always like to joke that Im the kind of person whod get caught right off the bat, anyway. Im fated to always be stolen from. As a thought experiment--strictly a thought experiment, mind you--I was thinking how Id go about it even if I managed to put those concerns aside. And how miserable is this--I dont even have the means and resources to be a *crook*. I dont have a car, so Id have to walk to and from the bank Id rob. I dont have too many changes of clothes, so I couldnt disguise myself. The best I could do for a weapon is my finger stuck under my shirt. I cant even afford an L-shaped Poptart. I certainly couldnt afford to put together a Walter White-type operation. I think theres too much competition in this neighborhood, anyway. Sigh. Meanwhile, the yard is overgrown. I havent done enough there, yet, since winter ended. Like a life of crime, I dont have the tools I need for that, either. All I have is one electric weedwhacker. Thats not nearly enough for everything that needs to be done. A popular webcartoonist once told me that I have all the tools I need to be successful. I sure wish I knew whose shed hes been looking at.
Posted on: Mon, 31 Mar 2014 20:34:14 +0000