To the kid I locked in the 7-11 as your friends and you shoplifted from the late night clerk:
I will never forget the tears you cried as you begged me to let you out, "please bro!!, I was thirsty". What were you stealing? a Nesquik milk? Your middle class upbringing showing thru...
Those tears, they should be your mothers. Her shame for raising a son who's low moral values are just beginning to show. You are the boys who grow up to get our daughters drunk and take advantage of them, the boys who hurt others for fun. Willing to put a man's job at risk for a $1.39. I hope I scared you, you were so desperate, you bum-rushed the clerk and ran out the back office door. Your friend's whoops of excitement as you ran for your little lives, but it's those tears I will remember, they were so delicious.