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chocolates. We’d hit the jackpot. We started going back again and again to steal more. We’d<br />
wait for the shops to start to close, then we’d go and sit against the gate, acting like we were<br />
just hanging out. We’d check to make sure the coast was clear, and then one of us would<br />
reach in, grab a chocolate, and drink the whiskey. Reach in, grab a chocolate, drink the rum.<br />
Reach in, grab a chocolate, drink the brandy. We did this every weekend for at least a month,<br />
having the best time. Then we pushed our luck too far.<br />
It was a Saturday night. We were hanging out at the entrance to the stationery shop,<br />
leaning up against the gate. I reached in to grab a chocolate, and at that exact moment a mall<br />
cop came around the corner and saw me with my arm in up to my shoulder. I brought my<br />
hand out with a bunch of chocolates in it. It was almost like a movie. I saw him. He saw me.<br />
His eyes went wide. I tried to walk away, acting natural. Then he shouted out, “Hey! Stop!”<br />
And the chase was on. We bolted, heading for the doors. I knew if a guard cut us off at<br />
the exit we’d be trapped, so we were hauling ass as fast as we could. We cleared the exit. The<br />
second we hit the parking lot, mall cops were coming at us from every direction, a dozen of<br />
them at least. I was running with my head down. These guards knew me. I was in that mall<br />
all the time. The guards knew my mom, too. She did her banking at that mall. If they even<br />
caught a glimpse of who I was, I was dead.<br />
We ran straight across the parking lot, ducking and weaving between parked cars, the<br />
guards right behind us, yelling. We made it to the petrol station out at the road, ran through<br />
there, and hooked left up the main road. They chased and chased and we ran and ran, and it<br />
was awesome. The risk of getting caught was half the fun of being naughty, and now the<br />
chase was on. I was loving it. I was shitting myself, but also loving it. This was my turf. This<br />
was my neighborhood. You couldn’t catch me in my neighborhood. I knew every alley and<br />
every street, every back wall to climb over, every fence with a gap big enough to slip through.<br />
I knew every shortcut you could possibly imagine. As a kid, wherever I went, whatever<br />
building I was in, I was always plotting my escape. You know, in case shit went down. In<br />
reality I was a nerdy kid with almost no friends, but in my mind I was an important and<br />
dangerous man who needed to know where every camera was and where all the exit points<br />
were.<br />
I knew we couldn’t run forever. We needed a plan. As Teddy and I booked past the fire<br />
station there was a road off to the left, a dead end that ran into a metal fence. I knew that<br />
there was a hole in the fence to squeeze through and on the far side was an empty field<br />
behind the mall that took you back to the main road and back to my house. A grown-up<br />
couldn’t fit through the hole, but a kid could. All my years of imagining the life of a secret<br />
agent for myself finally paid off. Now that I needed an escape, I had one.<br />
“Teddy, this way!” I yelled.<br />
“No, it’s a dead end!”<br />
“We can get through! Follow me!”<br />
He didn’t. I turned and ran into the dead end. Teddy broke the other way. Half the mall<br />
cops followed him, half followed me. I got to the fence and knew exactly how to squirm<br />
through. Head, then shoulder, one leg, then twist, then the other leg—done. I was through.<br />
The guards hit the fence behind me and couldn’t follow. I ran across the field to a fence on<br />
the far side, popped through there, and then I was right on the road, three blocks from my<br />
house. I slipped my hands into my pockets and casually walked home, another harmless