Looking forward to reading this thread. I am all sweetness and a glorious beacon of light to others. I never do anything wrong.
Fair enough. I convinced my little brother when he was 10 that my parents were dead. They were gone for the weekend and me and my sister were fucking with him. He started crying. Then when I laughed and told him I was kidding, already starting to feel bad, he cried more and asked me how I could do that to him. He was 10 mind you. I still haven't forgiven myself.
Well, This is one thing i felt REALLY bad about. One night, my friends and I decided to drink. We were 18, so we decided to get "fucked up" and so we got Steel Reserve. I drank 2 40oz bottles, and smoked a bunch of weed. Then we thought it would be a GREAT idea to go get taco bell (ughhhhh!!!!-grossss). SO in my waaassttteeed state, i ate a bunch of taco bell tacos. My friend Rose and I proceeded to go stay at her grandma's house, she's like 80 something years old. Well, I end up wandering upstairs and passing out in her Gma's guest bed. Then I barf---EVERYWHERE. in the bed, in a basket i "thought" was a trashcan, and all over the bathroom. It reeked of taco bell and steel reserve, it was so fucking gross. god, i felt soooo bad. i never wanted to show my face there again and i was really ashamed, cause i know she ended up cleaning some of it after we left and didnt say anything. needless to say, i havent felt the need to drink SR or eat any fast food now.
I'd rather not think about the bad things I've done to others. I've spent enough time trying to forget about them.
I was in a boat with about 5 other people and we were going across a lake, this guy was really drunk and he was trying to start a fight with one of my friends who was a lot smaller than him... so I got up and nailed him in the face and he fell out of the boat... so we had to turn around and pull him out of the water.... he was still breathing, but it was major drama! At the time it was like the biggest fiasco in the world, because everybody kept saying "you could have killed him",,, the story made it back to our small town before we did, and it sounded a lot worse than what really happened. Everybody was pissed at me.. I thought it was funny then and I still think it's funny.
wow, i think my sisters belated halloween party in the first week of november would have to be it...i remember chugging mezcal with a group of people in molly's kitchen and then it went downhill from there...im told my buddy james and i destroyed their big tent outside in a throwdown...you know just for fun...i think when molly's man tom was wrestling me to the ground for pistol whipping him in the junk with his bb gun was a wakeup call...then my buddy roger put me to bed...fuck...i dont remember much of it...i was a mess...its why i dont really drink liquor anymore...makes me crazy...
for a 4000 dollars, i jumped a kid in an alley and cut his face up with a box cutter, i still feel bad about it
seriosuly...*shudder*.. it's probably the thing i feel thr worst about, ever. yea, i made some insanely retarded choices in high school/freshman yr of college. luckily i finally grew up (at least somewhat)