[killian]

I was golfing in my back yard one time long ago. Not that we had the room for golf, mind you, but I was 12 so what the heck did I care. We lived in a house on the corner of your average, middle class city street.

I was using a seven iron to try and hit balls over the house across the road and I'd only broken one window so far so I was doing pretty good. The next time I swung I sliced the ball right into the passenger door of a brand new, passing Cadillac. The thing still had the dealer sticker in the window, dude was probably just bringing it home for the first time.

The Caddy came to a screeching halt right at the side of our house. I hit the deck and low crawled, commando style, to the back porch then scrambled inside. The owner of the caddy walked around his car a few times while swearing and screaming his head off, he knew that something hit his car but he wasn't quite sure what it was, the evidence had rolled away into the gutter.

I watched him through a window for what seemed like an eternity then he finally got in his car and left, there was a pretty good sized ping on the door just below the passenger window.

I got away with it but in retrospect I'm pretty sure that he would have shot me, given the chance. People get upset if you mess with their ride.