confessions

I feel like there is no better time than now, as an anonymous writer on here, to finally confess that years ago, I stole a mars bar from a campsite shop. 

In my defense, I was heavily under the influence of alcohol at the time, and really needed that mars bar.

Totally understand if any of you feel at all deceived, or want to block me.

You think you know somebody, huh?!

There is nothing more powerful in this world than words.

Aviator, diver, Etherean, nexialist, PhD in aviation ∩ climate science | Host of /diving /ethfinance /eth-staker /geopolitics /science /singapore /thomas

You'll have to wait for the netflix series to find that out, I'm afraid. 

Now let me wallow in self pity, please.

But did you return to work for that shop years later under a different identity?

Navigating the world of finance by day, pondering its flaws by night. ETH Maxi

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Too busy eating it. 🤣 Now I'm definitely going to have to write a poem about it!

It would have been a thing if you had sold the mars bar to the campshop after you stole it.

You're always welcome in the poetry channel. Even if you steal a poem about this experience.