Coming home from the pub one night when we were still at school, sixth form, me & another lad passed by a teacher's house, a bloke none of us liked for his mean ways in class. Got into his garden shed and used his weedkiller to spell TWAT on his well kept lawn. Learned years later that he'd had lots of tragedy in his life and his garden was his joy. You're not always the smart arse you think you are at 18.