CHECK OUT ERIC BEETNER’S STORY, MY FIRST CRIME, OVER AT TONY BLACK’S FICTION SITE, THE PULP PUSHER . . .
I took five bucks. That was it. I worked at this shitty little convenience store, but that was about all there was around unless I wanted to do the fast food thing which I didn’t because, being seventeen and still thin, I didn’t want to screw up my figure with access to free french fries all day. Plus, the other girls who worked at those places always ended up with really bad skin from all the grease that hangs in the air. Gross.
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