I have a better suggestion: Instead of pretending that your life is the only one which matters in all the universe as you fantasize cavorting about causing other people angst, grief, and injury, why not build up your own supermart wherein you can then relish doing infantile things on your own property?
My thoughts exactly. The subject of this thread is as old as the hills and twice as dusty.
I wonder...if someone shoved a lump of coal up this guy's whatsis, how long d'yall think it'd take for it to metamorphose into a diamond?
Snidely