The faults of the burglar are the qualities of the financier. -George Bernard Shaw
I BROKE INTO A HOUSE when I was a kid in an upscale leafy residential neighborhood in the late Fall in upstate New York, about 10:30 in the morning and found a young beautiful girl laying in bed half undressed waiting for me. I probably had to slip something between the door and the frame and it opened like I had a key to your future, with all your shit gone. Back porch off the backdoor, as soon as I got in the house I squatted down and listened for a full minute to try and determine if anyone was in the home. It looked like your average well lived in house and everyone had just left to school or work so I do my thing.
I MOVE THROUGH their whole house after I went to the front room and looked out the curtains, up and down the street where everything looks normal after I walked up the street and had turned into the place that …