beje said:
Vandalism, beating up other kids at school that thought they could bully me for being gay, procrastination, underage drinking and smoking, lying about my age to have sex with older men being 15-17... lots of things though I kinda reformed myself (just a little) when I was 18
Beating up people for thinking they could bully you for being gay is actually quite fucking badass. My hat goes off to you, sir.
As for me, one of the worst things I did was tag shit. Stupid thing for me to get into, and I wound up paying [luckily enough only] about $800 for it. When I got caught, they asked if I did anything else. I said no. My mom paid the fine, and said, "if I ever have to be in a court with you again, it better be because you're showing me where you work [I'm in college, might be aiming towards law]." Like, fucking three or four days after the court appearance, cops show up at my door saying they found more shit. My mom calls me over and they start saying what they've seen. It wasn't too much, [turns out they named a few cities they would have to call, as when someone is caught for graffiti, any towns with graffiti alerts out are to be notified of the name of caught tagger, to see if he/she is at large with them] but still, when my mom asked if this was true [I said it was only one night that I went out and did this] I told her it was the same night [it was]. The slap I took from my mom when her disappointment finally really decided to burst caused one of the cops to say, "Ma'am, please don't do that, we're not allowed to see that." I felt like real shit that night. I owned up to my shit, and luckily caught a few breaks. I painted shit that I tagged, with paint that I bought on my own and felt the humiliation when I had to paint two different spots in front of the two different owners. And I saw how forgiveness comes easily when you own up to your stuff when one of the owners of a place, on which I had done a small marker tag [a bunch of other people hit it up, too] on the door, saw the job I did, thanked me and gave me $10. I refused like all hell and kept saying, "Come on, don't worry about it, it was just a stupid little thing." I kept refusing until he said, "Do you have a younger brother or sister or something?" When I said yeah, He said to give it to them, and I finally took it just to leave. I think I wound up giving $10 to my sister a week or two later.
Meh, another thing is directly related to this. It was an honest mistake. When I was caught, it was with another kid. They had us in two seperate rooms. They came back and asked me the name of the other kid, which I found silly as they had him in custody. I gave it [they did have it]. They came back and said, "no, what was his tagging name?" So I gave that, again finding it odd that they would ask me this when they had him in custody. I found out later on that he denied everything. I had no idea, and I felt pretty bad, even though the police had his bag and everything [aka tons of evidence against him] and were gonna fuck him either way. But that kid did WAAAAY more shit than I ever did, and I overheard a cop saying that they estimated he had over 200 tags a shitload of cities. I only went twice before, he went out alot. He was 16, though, so from what I was told, all he was gonna get was some fines and maybe comm. service, though last I heard, the police weren't really following up. Either way, when hes 18, hello clean record.
I was gonna go with one of those funny worst thing you've done, but I figured I might as well put something real that I learned from. Tagging was probably one of the worst ideas I ever tried to put into action. Got my ass handed to me pret-ty quick lol.