A Story of the Liars and Thieves

Liars and thieves...We are all liars and all thieves. We have all stolen. We have all deceived. Yes its a travesty that that's the way it is but that's how it goes. Asking someones opinion on liars and thieves is just about the same as asking someone their opinion on urination and excrementing. But we'll talk about the "chronic" thieves and liars. The constants. Liars who lie constantly are building up a big complex web of complexity. They may believe they have gotten out of it but it is only just the beginning (remember we're talking of chronic liars). When the liar is lying he believes he is lying to the person the lie is directed at but the truth about the lie is that the chronic liar is not only lying to the receiver but also lying to his or herself. They have developed a system where they don't have to be honest with anyone nor themselves. The constant liar is not real. He is not real with himself.

The chronic thief is one dirty piece of life. Now this all depends on what the items being lifted are. Im going to go with uhm say someones "personal" items i.e. money ipod cd's book etc.

The scenario goes as follows: Skankbaby A walks into his regular gym class he has had all year.
SkankbabyA has been watching this one girls music listening device for quite some time now and views it as this "must" have piece of technology he must have because he cant have it so now he feels compelled to steal anothers. So Girl B sits and listens(to her music device). Skankbaby A, still watching intently behind some trashy twins of his. Girl B finally, to Skankbaby A's great relief, waltzes on back to the ladies locker room area. Girl B was not even remotely involved in a thought about some trash of a person stealing her property, hers, so she left her music listening device along with some of her other items of personal property i.e. bookbag, purse (no money in there) (Skankbaby A would know), other clothes. Skankbaby A's eyes lit with a tainted bright light of joy. Skankbaby A managed to weasel his way with the crowd of trashy twins in front of the items and grab the device. It was never seen again. Home. Skankbaby A sits and looks at his prize thinking that what he did, in his mind, was so-called "cool" and "badass", saying things reminiscent of "yea, im so hard" "don't fuc* with me alright" (all this being said into his ratty looking bathroom mirror in his ratty looking bathroom to himself. Poor Skankbaby A doesn't realize how atrocious he is and the act he just committed was. That he has to lower himself even lower than his social status is and rob someone of their music. To wake up in the morning and think about plundering. Stealing from someone something that was that someones, not the one that stole it. Home. Girl B sits with head in hands. Something strange is in the air. She picks her face up ever so gently to look at her enraged, irate Father Figure in her face. Supposed Father Figure is horribly upset that his daughters music device was now missing and she, somehow, had no idea where it resided and this was the 3rd one she has somehow messed up (the 1st 2, music devices, Girl B broke). Girl B is now terribly upset with grief with tears streaming down her face because, honestly, she really doesnt know what happenned to it. It was there. It was gone. Just like that. Skankbaby A has caused more damage than his skankbaby mind will ever comprehend.