I used to live across the street from an overlook that has a nice view of the city. It burned me up when I'd walk out there and see broken beer bottles, used condoms, etc. But one night, I was walking a friend out of my house, and when I opened the gate, I found some jackass pissing on the side of my house. I said something to him, and as he got in his friend's car, they dumped a six pack container with empty beer bottles onto the street and started to drive off. Now I'm just raging mad, and screaming at them to get their asses back and pick up the trash as they sped off. Turns out, they came back around the block before I had a chance to pick up the bottles. I stood there and watched as the passenger opens his door (I thought he was going to pick them up...stupid, I know), picks up a broken bottle and throws it at me. I put my arms up, and got cut on both of my forearms (but it would have hit my head). Well, one of the annoying things about living in a historic neighborhood is that there are many loose bricks in the sidewalks. But that night I was glad they were there. As they sped off, I procured one of these bricks and winged it at the car as hard as I could. However, in my utter rage I over threw and it landed in front of them (I think it bounced as they ran over it and hit the underside of the car...hopefully did some damage). Man, was I livid. I picked up the bottles, threw them in the trash, and grabbed a beer from the fridge before tending to my gashed arms. I would give anything to run into those assholes again. [pissed]