It was the summer of 83. I just dumped a psycho girlfriend. She thought it would be funny if she and her new boyfriend would throw an empty beer bottle in my yard. Although the bottle did not break, I was pissed off. Being an accomplished teenage alcoholic, I issued a call to arms. All my empties and all the empties of my friends were to deposited on his driveway. His driveway was to be bombed more than Malta.
Response was better than expected. Nobody liked this bastard and everyone needed to ditch their empties before going home. Every morning Dumbfuck was forced to sweep broken glass from his driveway. I would occasionally get a phone call from him, bitching about the mess. "Hey dude, you started it."
Life was simple back then.
