Stealing, gambling, an adrenaline rush and not depressed

You've probably figured out that I loved to gamble. Considering I've told you I hustled pool, bowling, pinball and everything else I was great at. Even chess for drinks later on in life. Cards, pitching quarters, anything. As long as could gamble on it I would.

Almost always won. Stealing money and shoplifting gave me the same rush gambling did. Probably even more as the penalty for getting caught was going to be a lot more severe than losing a little money.

I watched the mangers office at the bus depot for another chance and sure enough it came along. So I snuck into the office again and went thru everything making sure I'd missed nothing before.

After I made sure I went and checked the filing cabinet. EUREKA. The filing cabinet drawers were filled with money. Pennies in one drawer, nickles in another all the way up to 100 dollar bills in the bottom drawer.

Now I had one hell of a dilemma. What did I dare take and how much? All that money for the taking freaked me out but I was smart enough to know that stealing a small amount was going to be a test to see if anyone noticed.

If I'd stolen a large amount it would have been noticed right away and with a possibility I might get caught. Obviously, to me anyway, I'd be both a prime suspect and questioned as a witness as to whether I saw anyone going in or out of the office.

So I played it smart. I took a roll of dimes, quarters and half dollars. Just taking one roll from each drawer could have been excused as a miscount of the money.

It was. I watched that place for a couple of weeks and never heard a peep about the missing money. Next time I needed to pay my paper bill I stole a bank bundle of ones from the filing cabinet.

I hated that paper route and I hated collecting. Some people were always bitchy about paying their bill. Besides, by stealing the money to pay my paper bill it was like I had money in the bank because people owed me for their papers.

I never collected from anyone for a few weeks and then someone called in and bitched I hadn't been by to collect. So I got chewed up for not keeping up on my collections. Lol, you'd think people would have been happy not to have to pay their bill. You can tell that was a long time ago. Doubt it would happen now.

I never heard anything about stealing the ones either so once I took a pack of fives and a pack of tens. Funny but that got by too. Don't know why it did or what the bus depot owner was into but never heard a word about that either.

No traps were ever set to catch me nor was I watched anymore than usual. Nor was the office locked anymore often than it ever was. So I was getting away with it. Continued to for quite a long time. I also discovered that stealing twenty dollar bills had a problem I never considered. I had to much to figure out to be depressed.