The criminal wouldn't have been one if he weren't a product of an uncaring society. He'd likely spent a good part of his life attempting to steal love.

He was raised by his grandmother, a kindly woman who raised several of his cousins as well. His mother was a heroin addict, his father a mystery. The first time he was caught stealing he was eight years old and had three tomatoes, a large green pepper, a lovely purple onion and a head of iceberg lettuce underneath his jacket.