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And there was the blatant thievery. I needed naked pictures but was not allowed to buy Playboy or Penthouse magazines. An age limit I think twenty-one to look at half naked women, but in any case buying one was to inform the store owner, and then it could be gossiped all over town. The shame of it. So of a Sunday morning after church, I spent some time alone over along the wall by the front door where all the magazines and comic books were, and the daily newspapers and the Sunday Tribune was really thick and I was to bring one home. So I would slip a girly magazine into the paper then buy the paper alone at the counter.
Not exactly stealing but more a recipient of free gas, Dickey as one of our gang worked at the gas station in town. For some little while when the owner went home for dinner around five, myself and my friend Christo could drive our cars into the station and fill up for free gas. Dickey didn't mark any gas as pumped and had some way of fiddling with the pump gage. Was I a recipient of stolen gas ? Not that much a few times.
And we got caught, we three syphoning gas from cars parked at that same station. After dark it was and the station closed, a car drove up and the headlights spotted us. Dickey knew them-they were older men. Dickey knew everyone, and went out and lame excused us out of hot water, and that was all - one time. We never did it again. But I did find out - gas in the mouth tastes terrible, sucking the gas out of a hose stuffed in a gas tank and get a flow going into our spare can.
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