Virtual Scapegoat

[Motorboat Cruiser]

When I was about 13, I was playing drums in a band that accompanies the school choir. I fell in love with the sound of a particular cymbal that belonged to the school. I would use the cymbal during rehearsals and performances and then return it to a supply room. On the last day of the year, we played a concert somewhere, I forget where, and at the end of the show, my mom came to pick me and my drums up at the venue. I proceeded to leave the cymbal on my stand and bring it home with me. It is the only thing I have ever stolen in my life.

A few years ago, I donated a bunch of my old equipment to a local school. My hope is that it somehow repaired some of the bad karma from a very bad decision I made when I was young.