Born a Crime

between parked cars, the guards
right behind us, yelling. We made it
to the petrol station out at the road,
ran through there, and hooked left
up the main road. They chased and
chased and we ran and ran, and it
was awesome. The risk of getting
caught was half the fun of being
naughty, and now the chase was on.
I was loving it. I was shitting
myself, but also loving it. This was
my turf. This was my neighborhood.
You couldn’t catch me in my
neighborhood. I knew every alley
and every street, every back wall to
climb over, every fence with a gap
big enough to slip through. I knew