[Bill Douglas]

When I was about 15 a friend said "Friday night bring yer mon's car, .22 and ammo, and alcohol."

About 30 of us drove out to a dump in the country. It was quite literally moving with rats. "Bill, you're up next." We would stop kissing (etc) the 14 or 15 year old girl, put the alcohol down, and get in a line wit the guns. All the car's headlights were on the dump and the hundreds and hundreds of rats.

Boom, boom, bang. Rats flipping around with bullet holes in them. "Next shooter up." Go back to the young chick hoping she hadn't moved onto someone new in the five minutes you had spent away from her. And time for another beer or wine.

I'm not quite sure how we survived, but we sure had a good time.