Stealing from the mentally unstable
Like Chopper3 below, a group of friends and I went and had a rampage of kinds during a school holiday. The more we got away with the cockier we felt.
On one of the quieter nights we decided to stalk the local mental home, seeing what trouble we could cause and who would be easiest to harrass. After a quick wander around we discovered that the carers kept their stock of refreshments OUTSIDE the kitchen door.

Lager, 2 litre bottles of coke, chocolate bars. Boxes of the stuff. For an entire week we pilfered their entire stock. We took everything.
We would take as much we could carry to a nearby house. The house was a very poor shed conversion and it was oh so easy to get on the roof. From this roof we drank and ate as much as we could before having to head home.

Stumbling in at 9.30 drunk, my parents were never the kind to ask questions. They were cool in that way.
Still, I do regret stealing all that stuff. I can't help but cringe at the thought of little retarded Ricky freaking out because he didn't get his weekly chocolate bar, hitting a carer and pissing all over his bed.
Then the carer going out back to have a nice cold lager, to find the entire goddam stock missing.
( TN, Thu 24 Nov 2005, 19:40, Reply)