/lit/ - Literature

>>19611235
Today I wandered around downtown, a lot easier with these damn scooters but the important thing is that I had the urge to commit petty crimes whenever possible.
I stole an umbrella. I found a ladder of an office building, went up it, turned off some generators, then ran off. I bricked a window in an abandoned retail center.
I don't know why I want to do these things. I make decent money and have friends/family. Sometimes I imagine I'm freeing myself from Capitalist rule of law, becoming more creative and more able to think of what the law means in the process. Other times it's me being a bored entitled autist that should be learning pro-social behavior instead. Maybe both.