I was the local cop's kid; so when I got caught, I was bundled home to explain to my mom (hmmm...shoplifting, reckless driving, panhandling, drugs). I moved to another town a week before my 21st birthday and promptly got arrested with about twelve charges; hard knocks of life that mama's clout didn't reach that far. I've committed some horrendous crimes in my manic episodes, most which eventually involve drugs or alcohol, but again, I haven't been caught; well, save once, sorta. I once traveled almost two hundred miles through the desert, gathering all the road signs I saw. Because a friend of mine in _____ agreed to help put them back, I was just warned and lectured (small town sheriffs can rock, or not) Not sure if not being caught is a blessing or a curse sometimes.