I used to work in a hotel. One weekend, a lady guest OD'd and was taken to the hospital. Her son called the following day. She was going to be away for a while and he asked us to pack her things. He would pick them up later in the day. I dutifully went to the room and placed her things in a box for storage. A coat, underthings, CDs. I found a small baggie of pills. After recognizing them as Vicodin, I pocketed them. I stole drugs from an addict.
Confession posted on 04/07/2003