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Back in high school I spent a long day walking the railroad tracks with one of my friends, à la Stand By Me.
His little brother was home alone playing video games but he can look after himself, he was maybe 12.
Anyway we were out for like 3 hours and started hearing this smashing sound in the woods near the tracks. We snuck over and peeked through the thick bushes and saw my friend's brother destroying a car, in the woods, with a splitting maul.
A couple hours later we got home and he was still sitting playing video games like he never left. Turns out if was a neighbor's car. It was stolen and driven down a dirt road a few miles away, and totaled with a splitting maul they had in the trunk. We never turned him in but I kept my distance from that fucking psycho from then on.
