[Sully]

When my parents got divorced, my mom started working at a Burger King.
She'd bring home those big shopping sacks (the kind you get at a mall with the twine handles) full of whoppers, and throw them in the freezer. Breakfast, lunch and dinner, that's all we'd have to eat, normally.

Mom, what's for dinner?
Warm up a couple of burgers.
Mom, i'm hungry...
Grab a whopper, son...I'm going to work.

So I grew up on Blue Ridge, about 2 blocks from the 7-11 on 107th.
I'd go there nearly every day, and took all kinds of junk food. Stuffed in in my clothes, ate it while I was there (playing the Off Road video game), etc.
I probably stole hundreds of dollars in strawberry milk and Reese's PB Cups.

Once I moved in with my dad, a few years later, I never really did much to get in trouble.
One time, I accidentally left a QT without paying for my gas. I actually went back the next day and gave them the money. They looked at me like I was crazy.