I stole thousands of dollars on Spice

This is something I’ve never told anyone, it’s only lived in my head since I was 17 years old. <br><br>I spent about 4 and a half years working for this small business selling bags of spice. I was 13 years old and living with my aunt and uncle when I first started. I began taking nips of spice and smoking it, and they would notice once in awhile, I’d get whooped and then I’d be back on it again. They let me come to them if I wanted to get high and they’d give me a small amount with the agreement I’d be honest if I got high outside of them. I started selling on my own but they took my money and my stash. So the only way I had to get high was to take it from work. <br><br>I worked at a car wash. They had a small room set up in the storage area of the car wash where he’d sell his stuff. At first it was just bags of spice but then we added in some pills and weed. <br><br>I worked for just under 5 years. The owner would leave me to go run errands for a couple hours and I’d steal a bit of spice and put it in my pocket. I’d then stash it inside the wall of the car wash and have someone pick it up for me at night. I can’t even remember how much I took because it was so long ago but I’m sure it was over a thousand dollars. <br><br>He’d go out of town for a few weeks and leave me with around 10k worth of product. I’d pull the same stunt I’d been pulling the whole time. I think in almost 5 years I stole at least enough to buy a car. The guilt doesn’t sit with me though because he was a piece of shit drug addict. He took over 75% of what I sold and paid me a 100 bucks a week. <br><br>One time I convinced my coworkers to rip him off. We stole 3000 bucks worth of product. They got a little more greedy then me though and he found out. They stole a lot more then I ever did and I was stupid enough to trust them. I told them to split up the product and sell it in different neighborhoods and they decided to split it 70-30 and I had to give them a large amount of my own stash as a payment for them not telling on me. <br><br>I ended up getting whooped like a red headed step child and losing a lot of what I had. I never stole again and I quit shortly after. When I last spoke with him, he was on methamps. He went from being this skinny little, slightly overweight white guy to looking like a human skeleton. I hope he enjoys life.