In my junior high years, I was never really a bad kid — but I did have a thing for stealing my neighbors’ alcohol. They left outdoor fridges stocked, and I was smart about taking it. I would zoom in and out. One time I hid tequila in an orange berry Gatorade bottle; it was super convincing. I stole so much — me and my friends would get drunk at the lake house later on. Never got caught, but it was stupid. However, that’s what I did.