I'm sure some of our misspent youth and possible early adulthood has some events that society and the criminal justice system would frown upon. I'm certain that most of the posters on Giant Bomb were not saints and we can all share our experiences. So the future generations can learn from our mistakes of course.
1. How To Drink Underage: There's always the one liquor store owner that does not give a rat's ass who they sell to. Unfortunately, when the one major option is shuttered and closed by the fucking Hackensack health department, one has to think outside the box. I came up with a relatively intelligent solution, go to Paterson, NJ to pick up cheap booze. I fired up my Honda Civic and made the drive many Bergen county youth typically make. At least when they're either buying cocaine or heroin. I assumed that the local cops were more concerned about actual drug trafficking and the store owners wouldn't give two shits. Turns out I was dead on the money. Aside from the friendly neighborhood crackhead offering to "watch" my car, I managed to purchase a large amount of cheap malt liquor and high-tailed it back to Bergen county. Then I drank some of the Old English and probably attempted to play Battlefield. I also remember giving a few 40's away, because I did have a shitload and nobody likes a miser.
2. My Extremely Brief Foray into Drug Dealing: College kids love Adderal. I was "lucky" enough to have a ADHD diagnosis, which involved getting the much coveted study aid. I didn't like it's effects, it made me paranoid and my insomnia worse. Probably because I was crushing them up and snorting them, but that's a story for another time. I did have the horrible idea of selling off the rest of my prescription so I could buy a 8th of haze from one of the local weed dealers. I only lasted a day selling the pills off before the fact sunk in that I could go to jail for a long time if I got busted. I also knew I didn't want jerkoffs constantly calling my phone 24-hours of the day. Deciding that I didn't need the hassle, I decided to never fucking do it again. This was before the street prices for pills went through the roof, where now I could have made much more.
3. Fun with ground beef: In some misguided attempt to protect the community from vandals on Cabbage Night (the night before Halloween), the goddamn grocery stores stop selling eggs. My friends and I decided to up the ante and toss barely thawed out ground beef all over the neighborhood. We were complete little bastards, so we targeted pretty much everything. We also targeted people, but these were local kids who were throwing eggs to begin with...so fuck em. We did hit a girl in the face, but the group did retaliate and managed to throw an egg through the passenger window and hit the windshield dead bang. At the end of the night, we were getting tired and had to get rid of the rest of the ground beef. I was driving at the time, so I targeted a house at random and parked the car. I took the metal crock pot which was holding the rest of the meat and proceeded to throw the rest of the meat at the poor bastard's door, windows and managed to get a lot on his roof. I then sprinted back to the car and sped off. We were never caught and suffered no consequences for blatant criminal mischief and vandalism.
This is all past the statute of limitations by the way.