When I was a kid in Union City, NJ, we played stickball on a quiet street so there wouldn't be too many cars. Great summer days except for these old people that were prominent citizens that thought they owned everything and always called the cops. They even kept the Spalding's that bounced into their yard. Me and the boys finally got tired of it and late one summer night, we used masking tape to fasten M-80s to their front windows. We then faced the fuses down and put lit cigarettes on them. Within 15 minutes, the cops and an ambulance responded. We watched from a tenement roof. We never played stickball on that block again and will never know the extent of the injuries/damage. I got a million of 'em, 'cause I was a rat bastard that will burn for this shit.