Stole my friend's birthdy money for 3+ years

When I was a kid in like the 5th grade I had a friend named Tom, like not a close friend but a dude I was friends with at school but not someone I hung out with after school. Anyways everyone my age was super into RuneScape, it just came out and was mind blowing as an online rpg. Tom had a PC before most kids at school so he was by far way ahead of most kids in the game and everyone was jealous. Tom got bored of RuneScape and I paid him $50 for his character which was XwarriorX, and I played using this high level character for 2 weeks until one day I couldn't log in. The password on the account had been changed and I was locked out. I knew what had happened, Tom still knew the secret questions and stole back his account. Well I confronted Tom at school and he completely denied it, but I don't know when but I heard him bragging about it with his best friend Chris.

So here's where I got back at Tom...despite scamming me of $50 we remained friends and despite us not hanging out after school, he did invite me to his birthday party every year. This is where I would get back at Tom...I would steal birthday money upto $150 one year, I would steal games, I would steal dvds, I would steal basically anything I could get my hands on during these birthdays because I knew he stole my $50.

Sorry Tom I probably stole $300 from you over three birthdays, another 7+ grams of weed from you that night we got busted by cops at your apartment (I happened to work with Tom's roomate), and for telling everyone in this reddit how you admitted to killing 2 of your cats as a kid by shoving your thumb up their ass, you suck and I'm sorry.

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