When I was like 8, I once hung out with a group who snuck beer into school and we drank it on school grounds somewhere we weren't supposed to be

We were HARDCORE

That or I scratched the principal's car >.>

I dunno if it was the worst. But hell if I remember it all at this point anyway. But I know that it makes me feel the worst. Last year, when the docs gave me the cheery announcement about my poor odds of survival if I did nothing and the poor odds I had of taking chemo well with my current body strain, I went quiet for a few weeks.

Spoiler

I made a list of people I knew, and I made an effort to track them down to apologize for the hard times I may have given them when I was younger. Long story short, I remembered this one kid, who was a total asshole. Not somebody I wanted to apologize to, but since I was thinking off childhood acquaintences, I thought about him.

So, I tracked him down too. My original plan was to have a talk with him.

And after all those years, when I saw his face, and how much he hadn't changed, how much of an arrogant slimeball of a human being he was that showed on his expression, I did none of that. I guess that was where I broke.

He came walking up, and out of nowhere I grabbed his head and smashed it down hard against the side of my truck. I didn't even let him get up before I started kicking the shit out of him.

After that, I calmly explained why. And I told him if I ever saw him again, I'd do it again. I'm not one for violence. And I regreted it afterwards for days. Despite the fact that this guy was truly an asshole, I played the thing over in my head for days. It scared me how easy it was to do it. It's made me exceptionally cautious of my temper since then.

Quote from: Deadtrap on October 03, 2015, 03:09:18 AM

I dunno if it was the worst. But hell if I remember it all at this point anyway. But I know that it makes me feel the worst. Last year, when the docs gave me the cheery announcement about my poor odds of survival if I did nothing and the poor odds I had of taking chemo well with my current body strain, I went quiet for a few weeks.

Spoiler

I made a list of people I knew, and I made an effort to track them down to apologize for the hard times I may have given them when I was younger. Long story short, I remembered this one kid, who was a total asshole. Not somebody I wanted to apologize to, but since I was thinking off childhood acquaintences, I thought about him.

So, I tracked him down too. My original plan was to have a talk with him.

And after all those years, when I saw his face, and how much he hadn't changed, how much of an arrogant slimeball of a human being he was that showed on his expression, I did none of that. I guess that was where I broke.

He came walking up, and out of nowhere I grabbed his head and smashed it down hard against the side of my truck. I didn't even let him get up before I started kicking the shit out of him.

After that, I calmly explained why. And I told him if I ever saw him again, I'd do it again. I'm not one for violence. And I regreted it afterwards for days. Despite the fact that this guy was truly an asshole, I played the thing over in my head for days. It scared me how easy it was to do it. It's made me exceptionally cautious of my temper since then.

You should be in jail

I tag teamed my buddy's girlfriend with some random dude.

It wasn't pleasant and neither was telling him about it.

I dunno if it was the worst. But hell if I remember it all at this point anyway. But I know that it makes me feel the worst. Last year, when the docs gave me the cheery announcement about my poor odds of survival if I did nothing and the poor odds I had of taking chemo well with my current body strain, I went quiet for a few weeks.

Spoiler

I made a list of people I knew, and I made an effort to track them down to apologize for the hard times I may have given them when I was younger. Long story short, I remembered this one kid, who was a total asshole. Not somebody I wanted to apologize to, but since I was thinking off childhood acquaintences, I thought about him.

So, I tracked him down too. My original plan was to have a talk with him.

And after all those years, when I saw his face, and how much he hadn't changed, how much of an arrogant slimeball of a human being he was that showed on his expression, I did none of that. I guess that was where I broke.

He came walking up, and out of nowhere I grabbed his head and smashed it down hard against the side of my truck. I didn't even let him get up before I started kicking the shit out of him.

After that, I calmly explained why. And I told him if I ever saw him again, I'd do it again. I'm not one for violence. And I regreted it afterwards for days. Despite the fact that this guy was truly an asshole, I played the thing over in my head for days. It scared me how easy it was to do it. It's made me exceptionally cautious of my temper since then.

Quote from: Carsonogen on October 03, 2015, 02:55:32 AM

A friend and I once prank called a local tow truck company at like 3am on this really stormy night. We said we were stuck in a location like 40 minutes away. The guy said he normally wouldn't drive all the way out there, but he didn't want anyone to be stuck in the storm. We gave him fake names, car type, location, etc, then he said he was leaving, and we hung up. I still feel bad about that, lol, but it happened like 4 years ago.

Wow.