Worst thing you have ever done?

You should not steal from your mom. I think that's crossing the line.
 
Worst thing I have done!

Well, if I actually put the real worst thing I have done in my life, i would certainly be hauled off to jail for a very long time, as I suspect many others would! lol
But this thread being listed under drugs, I will stick to that, and it's probably (more than once) after a 3-4 day I.V. Cocaine run, and as usual either ran out of money, or couldn't find more at the time, and was 'Jonesing' so bad, had no Valium or anything of the sort to reduce the crash EXCEPT a big bottle of Jack Daniels, proceeded to unload a syringe half full into my vein, and boy did it work! 8o. A little heartburn was the only real uncomfortable side effect, and for the record, i haven't touched that white Devil shit in over a decade! Nor the Jack for that matter!
Now it's just simple, soothing Opiates, Dilaudid I.V. being my passion of choice, which probably never would have happened until I was hit by a car and hospitalized 3-4 times for 2-3 different surgeries, and they gave me that amazing, instant Euphoria, and I was in love with a mind altering substance AGAIN!
So, armed with all my medical records, and a body full of legitimate chronic pain, I set out to find as much of it as I could, and still do! BTW, if you take this medication any way other than I.V. you may as well throw your money in the trash, as it is virtually non effective when taken orally...well here's a quick breakdown.....I.V. of course you get 100% of the medication, Oral administration you're lucky to get 17-20%, snorting brings it up to about 50-60%, Inter Muscular raises it yet again to about 75% but you don't get the BANG as you do with I.V. (which I have found unmatched in any Pharm. OR street drug. I have heard, but not tried, that 'Plugging', Yeah, in the butt!! is supposed to bring great pain relief and a good buzz, but personally I'd prefer to stick (no pun intended) to the I.V. than resort to that! lol but to each their own!
And although my whiskey jabbing resolved my 'at the moment' problem, I would NOT recommend anyone trying this, but that crazy white stuff does inexcuseable things to one's personality!
Dilaudid is a wonder drug for pain, but has 2 major drawbacks....one is it has a very short 'half-life' of only 2.5-3 hours, and the other is you build a tolerance VERY quickly....in just a matter of days, you nedd double the dose to get the same pain relief as you do at the begging.....Avoid at all costs if possible! Being a victim of circumstances, I have experimented with many a Opiate pain medication, but nothing can touch the 'D'!
I love Dilaudid I.V. , that's my story and I'm sticking to it! =D
 
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my moms dad died when she was 20.. her mom when she was 30.. i moved out got into alot of drugs when she was 40. i think i ruined her life and will always by leaving. i think the reason i cant stand her is cause i changed her, cause i remember being able to stand her at one point. i wish i could say she died or something, would be better to me than waking up everyday thinking i ruined someones life by having my own
 
Owned and operated a methlab, got raided by the DEA/rifles/helicopter went to prison

Got my good friend killed while transporting my meth up to NYC (he crashed his car, but he'd still be alive today if it wasn't for me)

Put another "friend" in the hospital for 2 months when I got out of prison (was the one who snitched)

Cheated on my highscool sweetheart which was my first excuse ever to use drugs

Ruined a good portion of my parents lives, my friends, and my own in general.

But I don't write any of this from a position of defeat. I have for the most part changed my life around... almost.
 
Some of the stuff in this thread is completely fucked up.

The worst thing I did was when I was on Xanax + alcohol at a friend's birthday party. There was this one chick that had to go through an abortion and she was kinda religious and wanted to keep the baby. Everyone knew about this, but no one talked to her about it - it was like it never happened.

Well I was all fucked up and came up to her on the dancefloor and asked her if her abortion when okay? I really didn't want to make her feel bad or whatever, I genuinely wanted to know if it went without any complications - I just couldn't realize the stupidity of my actions.

Mixing Benzos + booze is asking for trouble...
 
Lying. All the worst things I have done, have definitely been because of lies I've said to get myself out of trouble. I am ashamed of myself for them.
 
Well i've done so many shitty things that I don't care to mention... But one bad thing I did that is worth mentioning is, one time I flew from MI to FL and I brought a crack pipe (suitcased, and no I don't mean luggage), some crack (in my mouth), and they took my lighter but let me keep matches. So I smoked hundreds of dollars worth of crack on my way to the airport and I couldn't bear to get rid of what I had left but I had to make the plane. So I'm on the plane and I get the idea to smoke the rest of my shit on the airplane. I go into the bathroom and smoked my crack with matches. (not easy) the first hit went ok, blew the smoke down the toilet and flushed. Then I went to take my second hit, and I lit the match. BEEP BEEP BEEP it set off the fucking fire alarm! Two second later, BANGBANGBANG open the door or we're gonna knock it down!
Oh shit! I threw the crack pipe down into the toilet and flushed, then opened the door. I told the stewardess that I lit the match to soften my eyeliner cause I wanted to look good when I landed. She made me be the last person to get off the plane, she said it would be up to the pilot, what happened to me. $500 fine and imprisonment maybe. I didn't end up getting in any trouble. I don't know how those people on the plane believed the eyeliner bit, my eyes were bugging, I was sweaty and tweaked out to hell. But I'm the only person I know who smoked crack hundreds of miles above the earth, and I'll never forget it lol
 
threw my mother to the floor during an argument.

lied and manipulated repeatedly for the past year +
 
During my stripper days, I had a regular who would come in 2-3 times a week and fork over AT LEAST $500 each time. He fell in love with me and bought me expensive gifts. Seeing an opportunity, I told him I loved him, too. He paid me $10,000 a month to quit stripping, paid my college tuition, bought me everything I wanted, including my own condo and fancy cars. I wouldn't sleep with him... Gullible schmuck that he was, he believed I was a virgin and wanted to wait until I was married before I did the deed. This went on for two years. In that two years, I drained him of every last penny he had... All the while I was dating my future husband. Once he was totally broke and deeply in debt, I dumped him.

Believe it or not, I talked to him a few years later and he was totally cool with me! Meh... Maybe he thought my company for those two years was worth it? Gawd....

And hurting animals and raping women? NOT. COOL. At least the dude I took advantage of had some say in what he was doing...... And besides, it's not my fault he was completely stupid.... What stripper is a virgin? For fuck's sake! I figure I did the guy a favor... taught him a lesson... an expensive lesson, but a lesson nonetheless.
 
Oh yeah (sorry for the double post) but in 8th grade social studies class, my best friend Rhonda sat in front of this girl named Beth who stuttered. Bad. When Beth got nervous or upset, she couldn't get ONE WORD out of her mouth. Nothing, nada, zilch.

During one of our classes, Rhonda farted. A really long and really loud and really nasty smelling fart! I think people in the class next to us heard and/or smelled it.

Anyway, I knew it was Rhonda, but Rhonda turned around and goes, "Beth! Oh my God! What did you EAT this morning?"

I laughed till I cried. Beth sat there, trying to defend herself, but completely unable. I should have said something. I should have called Rhonda out on her smelly fucking fart. I know Beth was forever haunted by that..... I STILL feel bad about not outing Rhonda on her funky fart. She was constantly doing that, too... She would spend the night at my house and fart in bed and pull the covers over my head and hold me down so I was forced to stay under the blankets with a cloud of toxic fumes.....
 
Oh, when I was a terrible heroin and cocaine IV user I ended up trying to kill myself while my Dad's mom was dying in New Orleans. My GF at the time called them and told them I was killing myself.

She called the police, and my parents left New Orleans to drive back to NC. En route, my grandma died. SO, my father missed his mother dying because his SELFISH, drug addict son decided his self-induced misery was too much to handle.

There is so much crap I have done. I don't know. This one I regret every day still 11 years later.
 
The worst thing I have ever done was to accept the offer to try some heroin in Singapore. It instantly changed my life, and every destructive consequence, all the pain I've brought upon myself and my family, all the scars of every sort, everything harmful that's happened since is either directly or indirectly dependent on that decision I made.
 
blues runner said:
The worst thing I have ever done was to accept the offer to try some heroin in Singapore. It instantly changed my life, and every destructive consequence, all the pain I've brought upon myself and my family, all the scars of every sort, everything harmful that's happened since is either directly or indirectly dependent on that decision I made.
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Did You get caught in Singapore by doing this or was this the start of an addiction to the heroin?
 
Fantastic thread, just read from front to back.

Funniest post was easily the cheese sandwich one, where he put a tablespoon of sugar in his sister's cheese sandwich randomly, and she ate it anyway. So random! =D=D

My worst is something I will also never admit to, and happened when I was about 10 or 11. It was a moment of pure evil that still haunts me... That I still cannot understand.

--- I used to burn potato bugs with a powerful magnifying glass, watching them scamper away, then pull them right back and do it again. That is horrible. I think I only did this really twice or three in my life, was never obsessed or anything, but still fucked. Never hurt any other animal ever, proudly, other than fishing when I was little as well.

--- This girl in middle school was into me, but wasn't in any of my classes; she rode the same bus as me. My friends -- two others on the bus -- dared me to "kiss her" for $5. I had never talked to her before, but I sat down next to her on her right all nice and happy. She smiled shyly. She was seated a few booths ahead of me and my friends near the back after about half of the kids were let out. I abruptly kissed her on her right check, and she started to move her face and mouth to kiss me as I was moving my head back. I abruptly got up out of the seat and sat down next to my friends. We all laughed at her and she got red and didn't say anything. And I never said sorry to her... That is horrible.

Reading this thread has been profound in many ways, thanks to all contributors, we're all human, and can all learn. :\
 
Yeah, this thread makes me feel much better about myself. The only thing i've ever been really bad about was cheating on girls who thought they were my girlfriends. Should've just cleared that up at first.
I stole some bicycles, quite a few for quite a while, but they weren't anyone's bikes. Like I would keep a mental tally of all the bikes in the city and how long they had been locked up without moving and if it looked like anyone rode them. After a month if they hadn't moved, I clipped em, fixed them, and sold them or gave them to the bike kitchen or friends who needed rides.
I guess Greed and Lust are 2 of the 7 deadly sins. 2 out of 7 isn't bad.

Tripping balls on mushrooms me and a friend free-climbed this 80-90 ft. rock face to the top of a mesa (we are pretty outdoorsy types) and found like 5 herds of wild deer up there at like 2 am. So being that we are tripping balls, we start persistence hunting like we were fucking cavemen and actually end up getting a deer tired and scared enough that we were able to run it off the rock face. I feel sorta bad, especially considering I'm a vegetarian.
We did eat it though, and used pretty much every part of it. I still have a bone knife from it.
It's still poaching though. I wonder what the statute of limitations is on that?

I also killed a shark in Peugeot Sound with just a knife, again without a permit. As I understand it, the species is on the World Wildlife Funds "red list" for seafood, so that, I regret more.

What is it that native Americans say about you taking on the powers of the animals you kill and eat... yeah, i'd like to believe that.

Damn, I'm a pretty bad vegetarian.
 
Also, I don't know if this should go in the worst or best thread, but i went to see an Ian McKaye show once all drunk and fucked up on dope, smoked a joint in the venue and then chucked an unopened tall-boy at the stage, hitting the drum kit.

If it had hit him in the head, I can't decide if i would be happy or sad for severely injuring the founder of the StraightEdge movement.
 
Took advantage of my 85 year old grandfather who was a bookie by slowly stealing 30+ grand (a couple hundred every day).

I lived with him for all this to happen.

Basically he takes bets for some guy in vegas. We live in Chicago, he collects the cash and mails it off, I made duplicate keys to his deadbolted room and closet.

You know the rest. I blew it all.... like I said it was over the period of a year.

Am I going to Hell? Lol

Oh and he misplaced all 10 grand and no one can find it... we ended up finding half of it in a coat, so his business is done now he owes that guy a lot of money but its just coming off his will so its cool. Sorry everyone.


Bet you all can guess where most of that money went to... since we are all on bluelight that is....
 
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