I’ve confessed to my sponsor yesterday of my little stealing binge that I’ve been on. I would or have taken bags of coffee from Starbucks. I come in wearing cargo shorts and find that their bags of coffee fit perfect, especially the Reserve Roast bags into my cargo side pocket. Why do I do this? I don’t know if I have the answer. I’ll try to answer it in here. My last bag was a couple of months ago so the dust is on the crime jacket for now. First it is a little rush when I do it. There is that boundary that I cross where my fate is tied up so finitely on such a small act that it is a small explosion of feelings going off. Now I know that most everyone would never think twice of doing something so stupid and sometimes I wonder if I do it just to spite that knowledge. You won’t do it or even think of it so I’m going to do it just too fine tune my separateness from you. I walk against the red light constantly too. ...