My most epic lift ever took place in Costco.

Hello. I'm 24 and I've quit lifting for a year now. I'm here to tell the story of my most epic lift ever.<br><br>I've started lifting when I was 14. There was a Target nearby and it was my go-to place to practice shoplifting and learn how not to get caught. My friends and I used to lift snacks and soda. That's all we needed to be content. I remember that one day we lifted 6 Coca Cola bottles and cookie packs. We decided to stash them under a bush nearby and we narrowly escaped the loss prevention as he was searching for us in the parking lot. We couldn't believe it as we got away with it, and we learned a lot from that experience. <br><br>As time passed, I dared myself to lift more valuable stuff. From chocolates to toys. I even used to stop the carts when I'm out of the store and come back to the entrance to show them the receipt. I never really cared for the value of the items I was lifting; I cared to feel that I got away with it. <br><br>When I was 22, I moved to a different state to study. I had to work part-time to make ends meet. I got an amazing job as a server at a restaurant that paid the best wages I've ever earned. I would make roughly $200 on average per day and my entire life changed. I got myself a new car, and I used to hang out with my coworkers as they were like a family to me. I never lifted during this period. I had no reasons to particularly because I was content with my life.<br><br>After I graduated, I got a high-paid job and I no longer had to work as a server. I would still hang out with them at the restaurant but this time as a guest. I remember the day I lifted a couple of bottles of alcohol from Target to bring with me to the restaurant to drink with my friends. We had an amazing night, and they were all so surprised when I told them how I got the alcohol. They said it was "gangster as F" and it genuinely gave me the same satisfaction I used to feel whenever I got away with anything. <br><br>I dared myself again to lift from a Costco. I had no one to share this with as my friends had other priorities, but lifting became so fun again. I didn't need anything from Costco but I just wanted to lift for the sake of it. I would sometimes bring the lifted items with me to the restaurant and we would open them there and have a blast. At this point, I wasn't even caring if I was going to get caught; I wasn't afraid of the consequences at all. I was invincible. Once I lifted 6 bottles of the finest wine and we drank them at a friend's house. During Christmas, I lifted a box of Glenfiddich Scotch Whisky, and all my friends in the restaurant were "wow, you bad bad girl." <br><br>After I lifted the Scotch Whisky, I decided to lift the most valuable thing ever as a "fuck you, I'm rich" kind of vibe. I went to Costco and I lifted the most expensive bottle of wine they sell. I'm not sure what brand it was but it was over $400. It was the biggest bottle I've ever seen in my life. I had to stash it in my coat and I walked out of Costco with so much pride. I wasn't even afraid of the cameras. I had a smirk on my face as I realized that there was nothing they could do even if they saw me. A $400 bottle cannot be justified to call the police for. I was proud of myself. I brought the bottle with me to the restaurant but no one drank it. I still have it at home, untouched. <br><br>That was my last lift ever. And by lifting it, I realized that there was no item that I couldn't lift. I was proud of myself and it made me feel invincible. A few days later, I sent the lifted Glenfiddich to my best friend as a gift. <br><br>I no longer lift. I'm at a comfortable spot in my life and I don't even care to purchase alcohol anymore. Thank you for reading and stay safe.