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Over the years, I’ve tried to make amends for all my wrong doing. From the smallest infraction to some unforgivable acts. There has been one dude who I’ve never been able to track down or make contact with from my teenage years who I’d like to apologize to.
I was visiting their house ages ago. This was during the time we used to tag up on the walls. This guy had a small can of spray paint in his house, and I don’t know why, but I was possessed with the idea of putting it into my school bag. You’ll remember from an earlier post that I didn’t take too kindly to one of my friends stealing my pilot marker, and here I was doing the same damn thing.
Some days later in school my friend asked if I knew what happened to the can of spray paint. Of course, I denied knowing anything. He’d go on to ask me for weeks and weeks and I’d continue to deny knowing anything.
As I write this, I’m terribly ashamed of myself. I’ve done many things in life, but stealing from others is one of the things I pride myself on not doing too often. Except for that one time, a few quarter bag of chips from the bodega, and in a few select cases from people who I felt deserved it!
I’m ashamed because that 14 year old version of me betrayed a friend’s trust. The worse part is that he was convinced it was me and I never owned up to it. There were about 3 or 4 of us at his place. So it had to be one of us.
Anyway, if I ever make contact with this guy, I’d like to apologize for stealing that $3.00 item from him. It wasn’t so much the product, but the betrayal of trust, and more importantly lying to his face so many times. I am truly sorry.