I was fortunate enough to have good parents and I always thought of myself as a good kid. Still, I had a 1-2 year time in my life where I wasn't so great. My friends and I thought it was funny to throw eggs and balloons filled with water and shaving cream at people. I remember this poor jogger we hit... on the block that I lived even... I know for sure if we had seen a cyclist we probably would have thrown at him too. Now when I think back on it I wonder how far the person jogging had left to go and feel ashamed for doing that. I know I would feel if it happened to me on a bike... but in a karmic way I almost deserve it.

I think a lot of "good" people have done some pretty mean things to others at one point.