In 1983, I experienced what it feels like to be violated.
It had been a hot summer’s day, quite sweltering for North Vancouver. We went to bed, and I left the kitchen window slightly ajar, to let the cooler night air in. It also rained about midnight, and I think that’s when it happened.
Someone broke into our townhouse at 3rd and St Andrews and decided to steal our VCR and the video tape left inside. We didn’t hear a thing!
The video tape had been on rental. I also had two VCR’s. Guess what I was doing? Yup, I was copying it to a blank tape. It was my first and only attempt at video piracy. The Universe decided that I needed to be stopped.
Never again would I try to do such a (seemingly) victimless crime. I paid the price: C$125.00 to the video rental shop to replace the video tape.
Crime does not pay.