I was 19 when we pulled in to get a bite to eat for lunch with the motar mixer behind our beat up 1 ton, and two muscle guys in a corvette pulled up and parked beside us and started running their mouths and flexing their muscles so to speak at us. The older bricklayer temper was about to pop....so I jumped out before he did, and reached over and grabbed my brick hammer and busted out the front window of the vet, and the drivers window, then my partner somewhat young had his trowel ready to go work on em who was already having bad day. The biggest meathead got his brains beat out in front of everyday lunch goers, and I took the heat and was cuffed. Got off because we bricked a lot houses where the Chief lived, and his fathers house. That's all Im saying...and it was stupid.