I used to be a Thief, in every sense of the word. The only thing I didn’t steal was cars. I knew all the tricks.
Until this day, I’ve never thought about the people I stole from. It’s actually kind of mind blowing thinking back now, because I’ve stolen some shit, lol. I stopped long ago, but I still think about it and I could easily be one of the hosts from “It takes a Thief.”
The reason I stole was for things I could use or enjoy. This is just silly things from stores, like, CD’s, movies. One time I walked out of a store with a skateboard. I just took it out of the package and walked out like I owned it. It was later when I made “friends in crime” that I started stealing as a way to make a living. We’d steal anything we’d think someone would buy from us. Car stereo equipment, quads, lawnmowers, skidoos, drugs from drug dealers. At one point in my life I had to steal food since I was homeless and jobless.
Point being, Thieves don’t think about the effect they would have on others. It pretty much a selfish act. “How can stealing this better my life?”
I look back and see myself as ignorant. I wised up in another state, away from my partners. They planned to rob a guy that grew pot and had quite a bit of number of plants. They got busted, a neighbor saw the deed being done and called the authorities and both them and the drug producer got arrested. It was at this time I knew my time as a thief was over, because if I wasn’t out of state I would’ve been right there with them.
I’ve never been caught and I plan to keep it that way, but I do have a better awareness of things that could be easily stolen and I inform people, as I am now. I would never steal again, but I could do it easily if I wanted. It’s just not worth it and now that I have the thoughts of all the people I stole from I kind of feel bad about it, but what’s done is done and I gained a lot of experience from it. So, I don’t regret it.