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Random people. And we weren't doing it to be dicks. We just loved the echo in the neighborhoods because there was houses, so the firework would be so fucking— this is like the shittiest thing I did as a teenager, right? Nothing ever got— no one ever got like hurt, or no one never— we never destroyed property or anything. It was just It was just so fucking loud and obnoxious. One time, I mean, every time we got chased by the police, it was like next level shit, bro. Like 6 cop cars looking for us, like fucking crazy. On foot, on foot, through woods, in the cars. Yeah, everywhere. Like there was lights being shined at us. We were running across golf courses, golf courses. And then one of our friends was caught. He was— his name was John, and he was like a really good kid. And, um, and, and he didn't have any fireworks on him, thank God. They pulled him over in the car because we were the only kids out in our town. So when they saw kids in a car, they would pull them over because they were looking for us. And they sat them— they sat him down on the curb. And our other friend told us that they just started fucking screaming at him, that they were just like, where the fuck are your friends? Where the fuck are your friends?