I once stole an A0-sized Tom Petty gig poster from the Bull Street subway, and gave it to my friend's sister. (It was after the event anyway, so there was no real harm done.) Mind, I probably wouldn't have been so keen to do the deed in broad daylight, if I had remembered about the 19 tabs of acid I had -- "stashed" is hardly the word -- in my pocket. I was young, and wouldn't have known what to do with sense if I'd had any .....
RIP Tom Now go blow that psychedelic dragon's harmonica .....