One time there was a little teenage gang member living next door, and one day he went out on their balcony and he shot the windows out of the cars in the parking lot. I was on my balcony, and I watched him do it. So, I made him stop, and then I told the manager of the apartment complex, and his mother bought everyone new windows for their cars, and then they had to move out of the apartment. The police were never called, we dealt with everything here on our own. The poor kid would have sure went to Juvenile Hall, and he would have had a criminal record, but instead his Mom dealt with him. There was no need to call the cops, we dealt with it.
Salute,
Tony V.