So when I was a junior in high school, I was assigned a project to create a roller coaster for my physics class. Everything was going well until the day my partner and I had to do the painting. We were in my garage spray painting the tubes when two guys came marching up to the house across the street, yelling at the top of their lungs and pounding on the door. Now let me say in my defense the neighborhood I lived in was in south Dallas and it’s still not a safe place. So, I called the police, closed the garage, and stationed myself in front of the dining room window. Long story short the police showed up in full gear broke down the door and brought out the two boys at gunpoint. And that’s the story of how my entire block found out that the abandoned house had new owners.