So during my junior year of high school, I received a project to build a roller coaster for my physics class. Everything was going smoothly until the day my partner and I had to paint it. 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. In my defense, the neighborhood I lived in was in south Dallas and it's still not a safe place. I called the police, closed the garage, and positioned myself in front of the dining room window. To make a long story short, the police arrived in full gear, broke down the door, and brought out the two boys at gunpoint. And that's the tale of how my whole block discovered that the abandoned house had new owners.