I had armed myself with my own “hammer”, a metal bar I found in my garage. Just as he had played with my patience, I played with his car. In two quick moves, I smashed the windshield of his Porsche.

The effect was instantaneous. Ethan slowed down and stopped, his gaze frozen on his car. In less time than it took to turn the key, he was already out of the car, shouting and accusing me of vandalism.

He started insulting me, but his mother, Karen, appeared on the scene, followed by his older brother. The angry scene attracted the attention of the neighbors, and voices began to rise.