snowball in hell (part 2)
We had found some pretty clever ways to hit cars without the owners finding us. The best and most risky was dropping them from high in a tree. We would sit back and watch the victim look all over for us. In our blue collar neighborhood, people took a lot of pride in their cars and most people would get out and look for us with the intention of inflicting harm. This was the late 70s and beating up someones kid wouldn’t get you sued. Back then the drinking age was 18 and the worse case scenario was a young drunk guy catching you. Fortunately, we were never discovered in the tree. Had we been discovered things may have ended in broken bones or death as someone knocked us out of the tree from 30 feet up. Pondering this from our perch is what brought us back to the ground attack.