I know you're joking, but I have always been honest. I did shoplift a little when I was 12, but I got caught by a store clerk who threatened to call my parents, and that straightened me out. Other than the stuff my mother forced me to do, the only laws I've broken are traffic laws, and drug laws, and I haven't broken any drug laws in a couple of decades. Marijuana, mostly. I did try cocaine once, and I really liked it, but I know that people are killed in the cocaine trade, so I didn't want any more to do with it. One of my father's dental assistants and her best friend, both beautiful young girls, were murdered in Miami, with a boyfriend of one of them, execution style, over a cocaine deal. Hands tied behind their backs, shot in the head. That made me very afraid of people who use cocaine, and I've always avoided them.
I don't know why I am thinking about all these sad things. I think I'll stop now, and think about happy things again. That's it for the sad stories. |
