we are forever changed by small acts of theft, the petty crimes that steal more than objects. the pulsing glow of that cheap bodega keychain is like an open wound in our memories. it reminds us that we'll always be connected by the stupid shit we've done, the little rebellions and moments of madness. those neon pulses echo through our lives, a constant reminder of who we are at our core - a bunch of fucking idiots who think swiping a 2 dollar trinket is the ultimate act of defiance. but that's us, forever marked by the stupid shit we do and the cheap thrills that define our existence. we'll carry that neon glow in our hearts forever, a painful reminder of our own dumbassery.