Somethings are just obviously stolen, like those guys that drive around industrial estates going, "oi mate do want to by a new t.v, I got some in the back of the van, from a trade show bla bal bal"
I was blotto on Brick Lane some months ago... It was late. As I walked out of the Bagel shop there were 2 chaps with a bag of brand new jumpers. They looked quite cool, greeny brown with patches on the shoulders. They were selling them for one pound each.
I purchased one...
In my reduced capacity, it took some time for it to dawn on me that they were stolen and that my pound was to be shortly converted into crack or special brew.
I've never worn the thing. It's sat in the bottom of my wardrobe, folded, a silent reminder of my ethical oversight.
About a week ago, I put it in my backpack to drop it in a poor bin if I see one. Im hoping this will cleanse my conscience. Its still in there... just haven't got around to it yet.
I was blotto on Brick Lane some months ago... It was late. As I walked out of the Bagel shop there were 2 chaps with a bag of brand new jumpers. They looked quite cool, greeny brown with patches on the shoulders. They were selling them for one pound each.
I purchased one...
In my reduced capacity, it took some time for it to dawn on me that they were stolen and that my pound was to be shortly converted into crack or special brew.
I've never worn the thing. It's sat in the bottom of my wardrobe, folded, a silent reminder of my ethical oversight.
About a week ago, I put it in my backpack to drop it in a poor bin if I see one. Im hoping this will cleanse my conscience. Its still in there... just haven't got around to it yet.