I used to be a pyromaniac in my childhood and early teens. Burned down an abandoned house. Never told anyone. Burned down several garbage cans in the neghborhood... used to burn anthills and watch and hear the ants scream in despair. Then once I almost burned down my grandma's barn... that was the last fire lol.
I used to steal girls undies, did it with an older cousin (I was like 7, got caught), then I did this repeatedly at my friends house if the mom was hot... there was a real hot one, used to smell and jackoff to that pussy smell every week. Lol. Then I lost my virginity when I was 16, and never did it again.
I lost my virginity during a threesome with two chicks, one was the girl I liked and the other one was her bff, I was coked and drunk outta my mind. Her mom caught us and chased me down the neighborhood with a broomstick... it was a gated community, so here I am running for my life shirtless and with my vans in my hand, throwing them over the fence and climbing the fucking old hag got me with 3 nice broomblows. Didnt have any $ for a cab, had to walk to my place shirtless and coked up (4-5 miles), dad was waiting awake, gave me shit, but it was worth it.
I was a soccer player with a promising future, til I started doing drugs in eleventh grade, before that I only smoked weed twice in my life... my high school gf was a junkie so slowly but surely involved me with coke, acid, ecstasy. I tried heroin that year with my best friend and got hooked on coke and heroin... quit heroin in 2008 after an overdose in which I basically mistook my H for my coke and snorted 2 huge lines of brown sugar.
I used to steal in my teens, got into a liquor store or 7/11 to steal food, ice cream, beer, vodka, whatever. Got caught once.
2 years ago when I was at my worst coke using days, I won a PLO8 tourney during superbowl sunday... proceeded to bet the $800 on the Broncos against the Shithawks... lost obv... snorted like 4 grams and went for a walk to "chill", this guy comes from nowhere and asks me for change, I say fuck off, he keeps at it... I sucker punched him, knocked him stupid after 3 more blows while on the ground and proceeded to choke him for 30+ seconds till some college kids passed by and yelled at me to let him go. I wanted to kill him. I thought I did cause I hear his traquea crack. Went home, and proceeded to be paranoid for 4+ hours the cops were coming to take me. Never saw anything on the paper so I guess the guy is fine. I choked him so hard my forearms hurt for a week.
I used to buy blow on credit, $1200 a month or so (4grms a day), when I lost my job suddenly and with no compensation or notice, I was heavily in debt... had to do 4 cobronazos (charge people who owed my dealer or stole from him)... bike, gun all the shabang... 3 guys were nice and cooperative, one almost killed me, I was lucky to get the gun first cause Im pretty sure he would have killed me. I collected the $ and knocked him out cold with a gun slap to the ear. Scary stuff.
I have used women for sex, money, food, drugs... the whole shabang. But when they do the same I complain.
When someone rubs me the wrong way I cant help but to imagine and plan out how I would finish them the easier and quickest. I dont do it. But its in my instincts to think ahead in controlled anger... I guess I am a lil bit of a sociopath... If I had a bad childhood I would prolly be a serial killer but my parents were great.