The only thing that I am willing to admit is something that to this day I don't feel is really wrong, but merely against the law. In 7th grade, I lived in a neighborhood that was new, and as a result of that there were several Open House's constructed simply for the purpose of a headquarters for the real estate people in that area and whatnot. Well, some of my buddies and I decided we wanted to see if we had the guts to rob this place. Not of money, mind you, just something pointless that they wouldn't even notice was gone, but a memento that we could have to remember that we did it. We cased the joint and everything, it had a alarms on all the bottom floor windows, so we had to climb to a top window. It was unlocked, because we had unlocked it the day before without the employees realizing it. There was three of us, me that went inside and stole a plate and a drinking glass that were just for show, and my two friends who watched for any cars driving by to let me know (via walkie talkie) that I needed to get down (being a Model Home, all the lights were on all the time). The plan went off without a hitch. We got away with it, and I even wore surgical gloves so as not to leave any fingerprints anywhere in case they decided to mount a investigation to locate the 2 dollars worth of stolen goods (I know, I was in 7th grade at the time). As I said previously, I still don't feel this was wrong, so there really was no victim, and we only did it to see how far we could go, but as far as the law is concerned, this is the worst thing I have ever done. ------------------ "Of course, everything looks bad if you remember it!" Homer Simpson
The most illegal thing I did was help my friend steal a little dirt motorcycle. I essentially played the look-out and, after he left, the owner noticed it was missing and asked if I had seen it. I said I didn't. My friend sold it for $40 or $50 and I think I made something between $10 and $15. But I'm sure that's not the worst thing I've done. Like most people, I'm reluctant to go into that. ------------------ RealGM Rockets Draft Obligations Summary http://www.gaffordstudios.cjb.net/
Everyones reluctancy makes me confused. so what if I went joy riding in someone elses car 5 years ago. do you think that i know, or care who you really are. and do you thinkI could or for that matter have the patience to find out who you are?? If I could find out who you are, how could I use this information in any way that would negatively impact your lives. If I am just ignorant, please someone tell me. but at least tell me where my ignorance lies. damn its not like anyone here is building files on eachother. later ------------------ Hanta-Force Paintball http://www.hanta-force.com
I stole a pair of $70 Orlando Magic shorts when I was in high school. Just took three pairs into the change room and left one on under my jeans when I left. Pretty dumb, but I wouldn't have the balls or inclination to do such a thing now. ------------------ My dream job is to be a Houston Rockets towel boy.
I got caught shoplifting in the 6th grade. I was at a Target with some friends. We were taking stuff to go fishing with. Different lures and crap. Well, I noticed that there was this guy milling around about as much as we were and not buying anything. I told my friend, but he said, "Ah, don't worry. He's just a customer. He doesn't care." Ummm, WRONG! He turned out to be store security and we all got hauled off to the security room. I knew that guy was bad news so I ditched everything I had, but then right when we were about to leave, I grabbed on little $0.75 thing, so the other guys wouldn't make fun of me. What sucked was we were there with my friend's MOM, ugh. I still think we could've gotten away if we were alone. But, I definitely learned my lesson that day. The security guys released us to my friend's mom, with the promise to tell our parents, which she promptly did. I have stolen very little in my life since that day. ----------------------- A friend (weird the same one from the shoplifting story) and I were going pellet hunting for birds. He had one of his other friends over for the day, and the other guy was being a real ******* to me the whole day. Well, we finally got our stuff ready and were about to go, when we were sorting out who was going to get which gun. The other dude, was on his bike and had two pellet rifles, when he made his choice he started to hand me the one he didn't want. He didn't just "hand" it to me. He konked me on top of the head with it as he was giving it to me. Well, I reached up to get it and my finger hit the trigger and don't you know it, but the damn thing was loaded and the safety wasn't on. He grabbed his head, but at first my friend and I thought he was just kidding around. That is, until blood started trickling down his hand from inbetween his fingers. I had shot him right between the eyes. He had to have minor surgery to remove it. Boy, I thought I was really going to get in trouble for that one, but the weird thing is, my parents never did punish me for it. I guess they knew that I was so damn scared and remorseful. I still thank God, that I didn't hit that kids eye and blind him. ------------------------- When I was a little kid 5 - 6 years old or so, my brother and I were out playing. He's about 2.5 years younger than me. Anyways, we were just goofing off not doing anything in particular, when an idea struck me. I, for reasons unbeknownst to me, grabbed a handful of an antpile and poured them down the back of my broher's shirt. To this day, I have know idea why the hell I did that. Well, it was stupid, because he of course got bit. In fact, he got bit 27 times. I know this because my Dad counted every bite, and then told me I was going to get one swat for every bite my brother had on his back. Let me tell you, we got spanked with a fiber-glass rod that used to be a fishing rod. My Dad cut it down to about a 3ft section and taped the end. It was known as "The Spanking Rod". Holey Cow, that thing hurt. So, I'm there bending over the bed about to get my 27 swats, and my Dad asks, "Are you ready?". I stutter, "y-yeah". So, he starts, but oddly enough he just starts tapping me.... not hard at all. He keeps this up until number 26. Then he stops and says, "Are you ready for number 27?" I of course say "Yeah" with a smile on my face.... mistake. My Dad never hit me so hard before or after that time. He lifted me up into the air with that last swat. Man, I must've been having brain lock to not see that coming. But, again I learned my lesson. ------------------ My Rocket Page [This message has been edited by DREAMer (edited January 06, 2001).]
When I was a child, a teenager introduced me to shoplifting candy at the local 7-Eleven store. Well, I got so good at it after a while. Remember how you use to have holes at the knees of your jeans? I would put candy in those holes after my pockets were full and I had nowhere else to put candy. I would slowly walk past the cashier and out of the store leaving a trail of candy which came out from the bottom. It was so funny and too easy. Pretty soon...I had a paper bag full of candy. Well, my parents found the bag, made me return it, and made me apologize to the store clerk. Even with all those mirrors they had, I could have cleaned that place out. And that is how I got into the candy business . Surf ------------------
