When I lived in Orlando I hung out at titty bars a lot. When there was a drunk throwing his whole paycheck on the stage at the girls I would go up to him and tell him he could fuck any dancer if he had coke. I would drive him a mile away, get $200 from him for 2 grams and go up to a strange house. While we were both standing on the front porch I would tell him I forgot my snorter (little brass tube). I would go back to the car and take off leaving him at this house. It was basically robbery. This was in the early 80's and I was pretty much fucked up 24/7. I have felt bad about that for a long time.
I also stole cars and sold them for money to get fucked up. I was not a good person back then.