It's sort of strange. There aren't that many things I like, and usually I keep to the minimum, but if I like something then god damn I am bound and determined to own a lot of it.
You have no idea how
incredibly intense the urge to steal street signs and hide them somewhere is. No. Freaking. Idea. There's just something
about them. The thought of taking one and then...
putting it somewhere else. Maybe stick a bird house on top of it, or use several as a vine trellis thingy. Something. I end up staring longing at temporary signs along the side of the road because... I could. I
could. I don't, and I won't, 'cause it'd be illegal and immoral, but... the urge.
So great. People are asleep at three AM.
No one would know but me.Just buying them wouldn't be the same. The acquisition has to be non-commercial. Maybe not necessarily theft, but...
What do you do, good Vector, when the thing liked is
verboten? Occasionally there's moral and legal opportunities, but...