grand_theft werewolf in your career as a criminal, when you were a young man - it was the houses that left the windows open and the blinds up, that were the hardest to steal from - they invited you into their neat little lives - photos of children, soccer trophies, a print of a famous artist - with the window open it seemed like the original, signed after being painted in a life much like yours. to take from such a half-walled home seemed to be borrowing, as you walked amongst their house from the outside - and you don't borrow from a friend without permission. those other houses - windows closed, blinds drawn down - they had it coming. they shut you out, like the one time you tried to go to church and they all looked at you, as if god was something you sought to take from them too. and when you had a girlfriend they looked at you as if your intense love was robbing some earned stillness from their comfortable eyes, by forcing them to glance. and they didn't seem to register that you were the girl's only hope. and when you did do something of note in sport or in thought, you certainly weren't going in their trophy case. of course you did steal from the open windowed as well, mom at home and out of work either way - but you stole the way you steal from friends: you minimized the intrusion so that stuff seemed lost or forgotten, not ransacked. once you left a note - that was how they caught you as the handwriting was sincerely yours - it mentioned the one welcoming face at that church (not the priest's incidentally) and it noted that the family's children looked very happy. you weren't mad at them for turning you in - you'd like to think they did so as a friend does - as a father might scald. as if to say, our windows are open, you just had to ask, there are soccer trophies waiting for you, your girlfriend will be served dinner, there are things in life you don't have to close a window on - they cannot be stolen. 070807 what's it to you? who go blather from