Police arrested two kids yesterday, one was drinking battery acid, the other was eating fireworks. They charged one and let the other one off.
Benjamin Franklin was probably America’s first juvenile delinquent.
I was always the guy getting kicked out of my classes at school for having an attitude problem.
I wasn't a good kid. I didn't hurt anybody, but I was doing things kids do that they shouldn't.
I had these couple of hippie guy friends who were super broke and living in the attic of somebody's house and they were like, "We don't have any food, man." And so I decided to go to the grocery store and steal chicken pot pie. And I stuck it inside my clothes. I took a couple frozen chicken pot pies and stuck them inside my pants, and I got caught walking out of the store. And they took me in the back room, and - luckily, I was 14, but I had a fake ID saying I was 18, so they didn't call my parents.
I was a bad kid, getting into a lot of wild stuff.
It seems to us that the rowdy class of New York has always been dealt with too tenderly. Their promiscuous stabbing affrays have come to be regarded too much in the light of a venial offense, attributable simply to a little harmless exuberance of the spirits, or, it might be, an extra glass of liquor.
When I was 16, my mother moved me out of Brooklyn and sent me to Florida to stay with my family for a little bit because I was being bad, not going to school and stuff.
At boarding schools of every description, the relaxation of the junior boys is mischief; and of the senior, vice.
I was, without exaggeration, a delinquent teenager.
I got arrested for graffiti. I got arrested - a lot of, like, underage drinking, drunk in public, shoplifting, you know, your various, like, suburban arrests, I guess.
