Let me preface this by saying, I'm a normal well adjusted adult now. Although, as a teen...not so much. Vandalism, in its most basic sense, is something I only dabbled in. It never really interested me, as I never really saw a reaction or anything to it. So it felt disconnected. 

One thing though...not necessarily traditional vandalism per say, but it felt adjacent to me, was lights off. Back in the 90s, there was no automatic or timed lights - it was on or off via a wall switch. That was advantageous to me, as I could have fun with this. See, if you went into a crowded public restroom at a major retailer of that era, Kmart for example, you'd often have times where you'd have a men's room occupied by 3 or 4 elderly dudes simultaneously taking a dump in the stalls. 

Not sure if it was the fiber, or the sterile lighting retail lighting of Kmart, but at certain times of day you'd have tons of folks shitting in unison. 

...and thats when I'd strike. Walk in the restroom. Survey the situation. 3 or more dudes dropping a deuce at once? It's show time. You act casual, walk towards the exit and flip that fucking light switch off. 

You just stand there for a moment. You bask in the chaos. This was the 90s. No phone flashlight. No gadget to light your path to safety. Typically they start yelling, seeing if some can fix the lights. Nah fam, I just turned them off. No one is here to save you. 

Depending on what stage of dumping they are at, this could be mildly bothersome or catastrophic. Its pure chaos. Just blindly trying to collect your bearings and guide yourself out of the darkness. 

I don't know why I found this hilarious. But I did. And I did it at every opportunity I had as an angsty teen. Of course, I grew tired of it after awhile. Not because I was caught. Perhaps my front lobe matured and I developed a better sense of empathy. 

But looking back, I'm sorta shocked with my younger self. I giggle a little, too. But still shocked nevertheless.