Forced by Cops
I shouldn't have stolen the lipstick. It was dumb, and I know better, but sometimes I just can't help myself. Okay, most of the time I can't help myself. I've stolen so much from stores, and always gotten away with it in the past. Until today.
Caught. Finally f*****g caught.
I knew the girl at the store was watching me closely, but I guess I didn't realize how closely. At any rate, I'm now sitting in a police station waiting to be interrogated. I'm handcuffed to the table, and I just really wanna go home.
A burly policeman enters the room, locks the door behind him, and sits across from me. He stares at me for a good long while. He looks like a professional wrestler or something. He's got a thick neck, wide chest, and a nice tan. His eyebrows are on fleek too.
He clears
