Born a Crime

but the cinema was still showing
movies so the building was still
open. There was this stationery
shop that sold greeting cards and
magazines, and it didn’t have a
door, so when it closed at night
there was only a metal gate, like a
trellis, that was pulled across the
entrance and padlocked. Walking
past this shop, Teddy and I realized
that if we put our arms through the
trellis we could reach this rack of
chocolates just inside. And these
weren’t just any chocolates—they
were alcohol-filled chocolates. I
loved alcohol. Loved loved loved it.
My whole life I’d steal sips of