I was reading the local paper this afternoon when I came across another crime story. I don't have a particular taste or liking for journalists who get news bits from blotters in a police station, but that's how the business goes. It's a good thing that the lot of criminals are not people I know, but today is different.
Surely, coming from an expensive sectarian Catholic elementary school (not that I'm mentioning any names here) should teach you a thing or two about codes of conduct. Because I'm Machiavellian to a certain extent, I judiciously lie and judiciously cheat. Stealing is different: I won't swipe a USB thumbdrive attached to a computer I'm renting, nor would I pocket a lost cellphone. I won't... hmmm... take a cousin's digital camera lying around at a side table, fence it on over to some stolen-gadget hawker for a couple of thousand pesos, get arrested, and attest in a sworn statement that I forgot who I sold it to.
And to think I knew the guy in that news report. To think that I went to the same school as that guy.