When I was 4 or 5, I was in a kmart or some department store and I spotted this 2" santa clause figure laying on the floor in the aisle. I asked my mother if she\'d buy it for me, and of course, the ol\' meanie gave me the big N-O. So I stuffed the little guy into my pocket and took my first step toward a life of petty crime.
But I couldn\'t yet admire my booty (in the pirate way not the rear end way). Questions might get asked. "Where did you get that?" "I don\'t remember buying that for you...hey is that...!!?" So I had to tuck mini sinter klaus away. But it was never the right time, those grownups were always up in my grill. Weeks turned into months and I first learned to feel guilt...shame...the tentacles of my ill-refute wrapping themselves around my frontal lobe...
And then I got over it, dropped out of college, lived a mediocre life for 6 or 7 years and finally decided to give college a real go. And here I sit, a 27-year-old freshman.