Crazy And Illegal
Written by Heather Valentine
It was a dark and stormy night. Really. My friend drove me two hours into the country. She knew what I was about to do. It was crazy. I knew it was crazy and illegal. But in my heart I felt that because I was doing the right thing, because I was undoing a wrong, that even if I were to get caught everything would be be ok.
And so I just kept driving until I arrived at my Uncle's. He lived way out in the country on forty acres of mostly wilderness. He had called me earlier that day very upset and worried.
My brother had arrived late the previous evening with a friend driving a stolen SUV. They had stolen it from a used car lot right up the road from where we lived. He and I lived on the same street at the time. My brother had brought the vehicle there with the idea that they could file off the VIN and somehow use the vehicle.
Perhaps this would be a good time to paint a picture of my brother. He was on parole at the time for 2nd degree assault. He had been in and out of State custody since he was 13. He had two small children. He was my little brother and as angry at him as I was, I knew that if he got caught doing this he would go to prison for a nice long visit. My brother and his friend were home now and had left the stolen vehicle on my Uncle's property to sell or do whatever with.
My Uncle was very worried. He did not want it there. He was considering rolling it into one of his lakes.
So that night I went to my Uncle's and drove the stolen SUV all the way back to car lot two blocks from my home, parked in the parking lot and walked home. It rained the whole way home, so I am sure that helped with the fact that there were no plates of any kind on the auto. It seems like a funny story now, but it is just one of the ways that I have put my trust in the goodness of the universe.
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