I stole a car for three days during Hurricane Irma.

I was walking around during the storm, drunk AF after a hurricane party, and I saw a line of cars in front of a large apartment complex. I started trying the cars’ doors. I found one with an open door and climbed in. I found a spare key in the center console. I took the car for myself for the next three days while the power was out in South Florida.

When I woke up the morning after I’d stolen it, I was mostly sober and I freaked out. “There’s a black SUV in my lawn! How did it get there? OMG I vaguely remember stealing it last night! WTF have I done?!?!”

I couldn’t just leave it where I’d originally found it, because I didn’t remember where I’d stolen it from, even though for hours I drove around the neighborhood where I remembered finding it.

Two days later I left it in a place where I knew it would get towed. I filled up the tank with gas and left some other valuables so it would offset the owners’ cost for getting it out of the tow yard. I also wiped down any surfaces that could have had my fingerprints on them.

I think that’s the shittiest thing I’ve ever done.