I’ve been a good boy all my life, nothing I did ever really affected anyone (although I’ve been arrested a couple of times). I’ve beaten a few people up but only when they started on me first.
I think the worst thing I’ve done, and I do feel very guilty about this, is when I went swimming one day at a pool near work. Now I would go every other day, swim a quick mile and then shower and off to work. Normal stuff that everyone does. Trouble is, this place had no lanes. I’d asked them to rope an area off a number of times previously because like most fast swimmers, I swam with my head down and only really looked up when I breathed.
So I’m swimming along, head down, when one of the old blokes who swam in the mornings and were incapable of holding a straight line, meandered in front of me. I slapped him in the head and pushed him right down. The guy sank like a stone to the bottom and just sat there waiting to die. I wallowed on the surface for a few seconds catching my breath trying to understand what had happened, looked round for whoever had got in my way and eventually saw him sitting there breathing in water.
I shot down, grabbed his arm and dragged him to the surface. He was coughing a lot so I slapped him hard on the back and he was sick. He lived though. The pool guys weren’t very happy but hey, put some ropes in. (They did the next day BTW)