I was a stocker at Wal-Mart. The first time I stole something began like any other work night. I screwed around with the other stockers on my shift making fun of the late night customers and pretending to be working hard. Once I was alone in the back, I sliced open a box of digital cameras and gently fingered the shiny new electronics. I took only one, and slipped it into my backpack that was on the floor at my feet. I knew they wouldn't miss it, and I could sell it tomorrow on E-Bay for much more than it was worth.