I think I was 20 years old when this happened.

And it was outside of a home depot parking lot.

It was a white van pulls up, dude jumps out in a vague uniform, not really a uniform,

but the kind of jumpsuit that anyone from an exterminator to a ghost buster would wear.

Spun this tale about how they had these studio monitors, high-end monitors that were supposed

to go to a local strip club.

I did know the strip club, so I knew that part wasn't a lie.

And it seemed like it wasn't a lie that they were fancy monitors.

I mean, they looked like big speakers.

Dude even showed me a magazine article pointed to a price that said $2,000 per unit.

Told me a story about how they were supposed to be four ordered, but he had six instead,

and the rest were going to be, you know, shipped back.

And I thought to myself, there is no way any of this is true.

These are stolen speakers.

And in that moment, I had already begun to rationalize.

I was already thinking about sweet class warfare while getting ahead myself.

Within 15 minutes, we both agreed on $300 for the pair of them.

I went to the ATM with these assholes.

I withdrew the money, gave them $300, and thanked them, and then turned to my friend,

and now the words, oh my god, because I just stuck it to the man.

I had just bought stolen studio monitors, and I was so freaking stoked.

Brought them home, turned it up very loud.

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