Bruce Steals 10 Dollars
One Sunday morning, I’m getting dressed for church. It’s the late 80’s and a young Me is running around the house looking for my church shoes. The rest of the family is almost ready and I’m beginning to get stressed because I don’t want to be the last one ready for church. I run into the living room and almost dive under the couch and there, in the back, are both my shoes. I think to myself on how they could have gotten all the way back there and only one reason comes to mind, my brother Bryan. Always messing with me. I reach under the couch and pull them both out then I turn and sit on the couch then quickly put them on. I sit for a second to make sure I am ready then I look on the couch to my left and notice my mom’s purse. I don’t know why I decided to look in it but I did, not knowing what I’d find.