To be as loud, intimidating and passive aggressive an asshole as possible to the guys who once lived down the road.
To explain, several years back some asshole guys moved in and started acting like cunts. They did burnouts every night and morning, revved their engines all night, flashed their headlights at people walking, splashed people while yelling slurs, and even did drivebys throwing beer bottles and bags of dog shit at people at one point. They were a bunch of thugs out to cause trouble, and most of all a public menace. Openly confronting them or eyeing them out in public didn't seem to have much effect at all. Several people in the neighbourhood had confronted them before and demanded them to stop only to get told to fuck off and have beer cans left all over their front lawn.
Yet the police were useless and did nothing to help, all they did was knock on their door, ask some questions and give them a warning and tell everyone they would have nothing to worry about if we did not bother them.
This went on for about two years. Finally I got a car, made some new petrol head friends who helped and gave me advice for modding it and all etc. So it was a late Saturday night. There'd already been burnouts going on down the road for the last hour or so. But I'd had it. I was going to give them a taste of their own medicine, I drove over and parked opposite their house. As usual the lights were on and they were probably throwing a house party. I notice two Mercedes drive past me and park down the road while another Toyota comes up and parks behind me. Sketchy, but not enough to scare am idiot like me, so i start revving my engines. Suddenly everything goes quiet. I keep revving my engines. Five or six big guys come out and they start making a line on the other side of the street, eyeing me out and yelling shit. A crowd of drunken people tumble out of the house and starts gathering behind them. My mind was racing when they started getting closer. I quickly locked the doors and contemplated my next move. There wasn't much I could do to these guys when they had a whole army behind them. That was when I knew I was way out of my depth so I quickly did a u-turn and left. I sped all the way out of my neighborhood. Somehow they didn't catch up with me. I parked at friends and then walked home. The whole time i was paranoid as fuck wondering if they were going to come looking for me. Nothing much happened. By the time I made it home it was 3 am.
The next morning I slept through most of the day, but eventually went out for a walk. After some tea with the neighbors I found out that some mobsters went over to visit the boys down the road and some shots were fired. At first I thought it was something to do with me and was worried that I might become involved or blamed for anything that happened, then I remembered the two Mercedes and the Toyota.
The next week or so there were no burnouts, no motorbikes, and no revving. Turns out they owed some people money and had moved out. We did however get a new neighbor who was much nicer.