The worst thing I've probably done for no particular reason involved myself, a few friends - and some old people. It is a fairly long story, but if you read what I've got to say - you'll feel like you were there and it'll be completely worth it.
When I was younger I lived in a neighborhood that housed mainly older folks - and you could always see the old blue hairs running around here and there walking pets or doing their daily errands. I pretty much lived in a "Leave it to Beaver" style neighborhood where you could leave your doors unlocked, and if you ever did lock yourself out - Old man willie next door had a copy of your spare key that he'd be more than happy to give to you to get yourself out of the jam.
We grew really tired of living in this style of neighborhood, and decided to shake things up. So over the course of a couple school nights we plotted and planned our week of anarchy. Remember the group in fight club? Think of those guys, only younger. We were ready to get out there and do some major damage to show these people that all is not well in pleasantville.
Our game plan was set, or motives were wrong - and we were ready for action. Over the next couple nights we let loose destruction of which the likes no one has ever seen. Kidnapping pets (No harm was done to the animals and they were later returned), unscrewing light bulbs from porches and patios, putting soap in fountains (THE BUBBLES!) and other things that were pretty much annoying as opposed to vadalism. We pulled so many pranks on the old people that even my parents (who are never in on anything) started asking questions about the things that we were doing.
Then came the day that it all went wrong. We were out on another one of our sprees when something just didnt seem right. The neighborhood was more quiet on this night than the past few - and it seemed as though someone was lurking in the shadows ready and waiting for us. We were absolutely right. It was old man Jenkins, and he had walked right out into the lit open space and basically told us that we had been caught. Things got really out of hand from that point, and he started approaching us with his hands made into fists. What happened next even surprised the both of us. I got in one little fight and my mom got scared and said "you're moving with your aunte and uncle in Bel-Air" I whistled for a cab and when it came near the licensplate said "Fresh" and had a dice in the mirror. If anything I could say that this cab was rare - but I thought nah forget it, yo home to Bel-Air.
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: 19 years ago
