Kleptomania

12 Tv’s. 16 sets of speakers. 32 Blu-ray sets. 44 iPhones. Enough with what he had, the real question was what didn’t he have?

The small, black alarm clock read 7:30 as it rang. As Jonathan moved his arm to silence it, he wasn’t feeling up for work today. he had a rigid schedule these days. He needed a motivation to get up, the routine was boring him.

Everyday, as usual, he passed by the store, coming out with a couple of cups of coffee, hopefully it would be enough to fuel him. As he walked into his workplace, his co-worker Christine warmly greeted him, but asked why he was bringing so much coffee with him, and why he was sweating. “To get through the day,” he said, without further comment.

Everything had to be just right in his mind, as he was especially thrilled to get home from work today. The work was pointless, the coffee was pointless. It was all loosing its sheen. He came up to Christine, “hey i’m actually feeling kinda sick today i think I'm gonna have to head home”. She hesitated, but agreed that she’d tell her boss. As Jonathan left, Christine oddly noticed that there were still several cups of coffee on his desk that looked like they hadn’t even been touched.

Driving away, Jonathan was beginning to feel the rush coming back to him. As he passed by the large fluorescent Wal-Mart sign, he knew his real job. Take everything he could out of the store and then get the hell out of there. He briskly walked down, avoiding any and all contact with others. His eyes darted back and forth, amazed by the possibilities surrounding him. Quickly grabbing several products from the shelves, he stuffed them deep into his pockets. He walked down the aisles, continuing his shifty business. As he got into it, he began to lose focus. Drenched in sweat, he picked out a man from the corner of his eye. Right as the man yelled at him, noticing the shoplifting, Jonathan bolted. A wave of adrenaline took over as his animal instincts kicked in. This was what he lived for. However, as he approached the exit, he noticed several cop cars parked outside.

Attempting to dodge them, he was promptly tackled by one of the cops. His attempts to fight back were in vain. He was a caged animal.

Jonathan was shoved toward the prison by the gruff looking cop. With his hands shackled behind his back, he realized that only one option remained. His hands became tense once again. In one swift move, he procured a key from the escorting officer. Within moments, the cop, in a state of bewilderment, saw a glint of metal in Jonathan’s hand. With the crash of the steel handcuffs on the ground, the cop attempted to chase Jonathan and get him back. The cop never had a chance.  Without looking back, Jonathan smiled to himself as he ran. Of course he’d never get caught, he was a thief.  There would always have to be a change in schedule.