SEVEN

As you can tell, I'm trying to write the 'story of my life' in little bits, chronologically, along with little bits from my current life. But in the beginning, I only have a vague recollection of events. I think I was a pretty happy child, aside from dead turtles and dead rats and running around the projects visiting neighbors with dead children. I remember my mom telling me that I didn't have very many toys, maybe 2 items, but because I had two older brothers and a sister, when they went to school, their toys became my toys. But I knew about property rights. When told they were about to come home, apparently I made a mad dash putting everything away and acted innocently as if I didn't touch anything of theirs.
I don't do stuff like that nowadays tho. I don't like the idea of touching other people's property. I'm almost hyper-sensitive about property. The other day I went to work and after I sat down, I realized the guy before me didn't leave me a pen with which to write. After looking around, I found a pen in another guy's pen jar and absconded with it, writing a long boring email to him, telling him I took his pen. Everyone thought I was crazy to do that, saying, 'he's not going to miss his pen."
But I felt that he should be told. You never know when you are going to come across someone who is pycho about a particular item, no matter how trivial.