When you’re a crook, you can’t have these kinds of morals, Blake. Thank goodness you’re not.
This is the story of the younger me self breaking into the old me self’s house.
This is the wish-fulfillment of my 9 year old self. And possibly my now-year-old self.
Recently someone was very impressed that I knew that an object was a “crook.”
They held one up and said, “what is this?”
“A crook,” I said.
They were impressed. I had no idea I was so literate!