When I was in junior high, we stumbled across the Anarchist's Cookbook. We made "plastic explosives" out of gasoline and play dough. We stuffed it in the holes of a brick and across the back. Cut the female end off an extension cord and ran the wires into said "plastic explosive." Thinking ahead, we befriended a prior shunned neighborhood kid in order to use his house for this experiment. Once we were ready, we plugged our "bomb" into an exterior wall socket. We blew the brick to smithereens and shorted out the "friend of convenience's" house. Good times.
I knew I wanted to become a cop the spring of my senior year in high school. An acquaintance of mine had a party while his parents were traveling Europe. They lived in a posh McMansion in North Dallas. This kid was a spoiled ass. He ended up with about 200 of his closest friends at a drunken bash in this fancy suburb. It was only a matter of time before the police were called.
Two of Dallas PD's finest responded to our soiree. They politely asked this kid to end the party. They did not hassle him at all for the 200 or so high schoolers roaming around amidst gallons of alcohol. These cops were huge, too. They were not doughnut huge, they were hours in the gym huge. Our stupid, spoiled host decided to get mouthy with the officers. He was standing between them. For some reason he decided to challenge these guys. He told the officer he was facing, "What do you think would happen if we decided to throw you in the pool?" As he finished his stupid question, he poked the officer in the chest. In a miraculous feat of timing, the second his finger touched the officer's chest, the Maglite of the second officer hit our host in the side of the head. The officers never said a word. THe officer swinging the light was going for a homerun and knocked this kid right the F$&% out! It was beautiful. He then casually turned to us and said, "The party is over. Can you all please leave?" For years after, the only thing kids from my high school would say to Dallas PD was "yes sir."
I had wanted to either knock the shit out of that kid or see it happen for years. At that moment, I decided I wanted to be an officer! I have never gotten to whack anyone with a flashlight, but it sure is fun to deliver a well-earned ass kicking every now and then!