I had a shoplifting phase when I was younger. I was
good, too. I really wanted to be a highly skilled jewel
thief, dressed in close-fitting black
leather, with expensive, professional tools, but I went on to live a life of
slack instead.
My favorite coup was at a pet store in Florida. I was 16, and it was my friend Krista's birthday. We went in with no intentions. Krista, sensitive soul that she was, wanted a milk chocolate-colored bunny (a real one) that fit in the palm of her hand. "Bunny!" she said. "I'd name it Mocha." So I, um, walked out with it.
Krista went nuts. For a week I was like The Beatles with an audience of one.