the worst thing i did back in middle school i jacked my uncle for 200 bucks to buy my gf a necklace 2 weeks later she dumps me she keeps the necklace my uncle finds out i jacked him he turns me in to juvenile center i spend 1 day in juvenile my uncle still sees me as a thief:crap:
ya, i had a bout of theft in highschool as well
nothing too serious, mostly stealing gift certificates and such that my parents would buy for random birthday/christmas presents in advance
for the most part the only bad shit i did when i was a kid wasn't till high school, when drinking started becoming part of the equation. Not coming home at night, coming home stoned or drunk, got caught with a bong in the trunk of my car, and one night after donating blood at school, i smoked a bong, and pounded a 6'er of busch tallboys, and apparently decided to try and drive to taco bell afterwards. I made it as far as backing my car straight backwards into some rocks, and then proceded to give up, and pass out on my dad's bed.........??????? Still don't remember any of it. I got up in the morning not knowing anything had happened, and went to get in my car to go to school, and the car was locked, and then i was informed i no longer owned the car. I reverted to bumming rides, and riding the bus to school for almost an entire year, until i saved up enough $ to buy my grandma's old 89 dodge dynasty.
I don't even look back on most of the stuff i did when i used to drink a lot as funny, or 'the good old days' some of that shit is just plain scary, and i'm glad i never ****ed up for real and hurt anyone. I learned pretty quick that if i have more than one or two drinks, it turns into 6 or 18 real fast. So i turned my obsessive personality toward car audio, and it's been serving me well, yet every bit as expensive as drinking //content.invisioncic.com/y282845/emoticons/frown.gif.a3531fa0534503350665a1e957861287.gif .
After i had quit drinking, tho, i was taking an english class in summerschool the summer between my junior and senior year, and one night (my birthday, no less) i was watching some tube in the basement, had an allergy attack so i took some benadryl, and the shit knocked me out and i didn't wake up for class in the morning. My dad automatically assumed i was partying on my birthday and kicked my *** out of the house for a few weeks! This was before i bought my grandma's car, so i actually had to sleep outside of my summerschool class in a sleeping back a few nights when i couldn't find people willing to drive me there the next morning..................