I've got a few things...
From my early days I would be taken aside by my older family members and instructed to call people bad things in front of them. Typically it went something like "Mom, Pete said the B-word!" Me: "What b-word? There are lots of b words. Which one do you mean?". I don't remember doing this, but I was around three or four when it happened.
From there I was a little shit in school. Sent to the principle's office at least once every quarter, which was about once every two months or so, I guess. That isn't to say I would only get in trouble that one time. Rather, in our school, that was the maximum penalty outside of expulsion. I did a lot of crap that added up and earned those trips. Cussing, fighting, dancing like Michael Jackson and grabbing my crotch, selling candies to rob kids of lunch money, robbing kids of lunch money, fighting. As I got older I just got better at NOT getting into trouble. Still got into fights, cussed way more, still attempted to swindle people, somewhere at the beginning of high school I started smoking weed and drinking. Sometimes I'd pop pills or do shrooms, which was interesting.
Later, after I left high school, I found myself dropped into the position of drug dealer. Purely happenstance, I assure you. It started out with light drugs, mostly marijuana and shrooms. Later I graduated stronger things like methamphetamines and a couple of times heroine, which is crazy to deal with. I also had a small time "loan sharking" racket going at my job, which was fun in a lot of ways, but also terrible. Did some part time "thug work" for my uncle. Rather not get into that, but I'm sure you can figure what that means.
After I was done with all that, I picked up some thievery later in life. I had always stolen things growing up, but at this point it was my favorite crime to commit. I wager I had shoplifted more than a few thousand dollars worth of things. Funny enough, I got caught the one time I wasn't stealing for pleasure. I had no money and was hungry, so I stole some food. I was seen and spent the longest, most boring two weeks of my life in a cushy jail. Everyone from the guards to my fellow inmates all thought it was humorous I could go to jail for that. I still laugh at the idea, but there it is.
Beyond that I don't really break the law beyond the small stuff most people do whether or not they're aware. Oh, I buy pot. But I'm in Oregon, so that won't be a thing for long, I wager.
Can't think of much else I've done that's bad... Oh! I did lots of drugs during all that. The pot and alcohol, started smoking cigarettes, tried meth once and nope'd the hell out of that. Acid, more shrooms, Extasy once, opium twice (hella crazy), a slew of uppers and downers, did my fair share of cocaine and even whippets when I had my "hanging with rich white kids" phase. I've done a few other things, I just can't remember and some I am pretty sure I thought I did while under the influence of OTHER drugs. So who knows.
