So when I was a junior in high school, I was assigned a project to create a roller coaster for my physics class. Everything was going well until the day my partner and I had to do the painting. We were spray painting the tubes in my garage when these two guys showed up at the house across the street, shouting loudly and banging on the door. To defend myself, the neighborhood I lived in was in south Dallas and it's still not a safe place. Well I called the police, closed the garage and parked myself in front of the dining room window. Long story short the police showed up in full gear broke down the door and brought out the two boys at gunpoint. And that’s the story of how my entire block found out that the abandoned house had new owners.