That One Night: Death Of A Candy Bar

That One Night

Ever since I was a kid, my parents always told me to never steal anything or commit piracy. This is one thing I will always follow for as long as I live. I remember when I was 7, I stole a candy bar, my parents caught me and I got in an immense amount of trouble. It's strange how I can still recall this event, even to this day. My week has fairly normal, I come home around 7 p.m., then attend the bar. I usually go to ¨Kevin’s Bar¨ and buy myself a 20$ drink, despite having only $30 left before I go broke. All the ladies avoided me because they saw how miserable I was, buying that expensive drink for myself with the little money I have left. The rest of my money was gone within the next 10 minutes. After drinking the last of my beer, I started to feel ditzy. Drunk, I approached the girls in the V.I.P. area, but they all ignored me. Before I knew it, I was being dragged away by two large men. Slowly, I felt myself blacking out, and the last thing I heard was female distress from the doors behind me. Before I got dragged away, someone placed items in my hand. I called my wife to bring me home later that night, and when I was home the last thing I remembered was using the copying machine. Then I blacked out.

The next thing I know, I’m going to a cell in the police station. Confused on why I was here, my ar, was barely long enough to reach my file on the nearby desk.The file gto more and more inruging the more I read. Figuring out I was going to trial in less than 1 hour! There are charges pressed against me for stealing and counterfeiting. Quietly, In my mind, I was putting the pieces together from when I had gotten drunken. I was thinking and thinking… until, the thought just hit me! I got drubk at ‘Kevin’s’ and then I stole money btu I w got a ride home and used the copy machine to do somethig