From my former hometown’s crime blotter comes the report of an arrest for multiple snatch-‘n-run gas station robberies. What makes this otherwise unremarkable entry worth mentioning is the picture of the young choir boy in question:
If there’s something you can do to yourself that virtually guarantees you won’t ever be employed in any sort of environment outside of an illegal chop shop, it’s a pair of freaking devil horns tattooed onto your forehead.
Also: grabbing a handful of $20 bills from the till at the gas station? Not only is that a low-profit, high-risk sort of crime (he’ll be spending several years in the Greybar Motel for what couldn’t have been more than a hundred bucks or so), but it’s also not particularly evil. Maybe he set his own bar a bit too high with that ink on his noggin.