Last night about 12:30 I had to take the trash out. My wife asked me to take it out at 8:00 but you know how that goes. Well, I get the trash and go out the front door. Squatting down in my driveway is a kid about 17-18 years old. He is really getting a good look at my wheels. Hes even checking to see if all my lugs are tight because he was fumbling around with a hand full of sockets. Before he even knows im there im standing behind him. I grabbed the back of his shirt and stood him up. This scared the crap out of him, but he wanted to be tough so he started throwing punches. This made me real happy. I flung him around, put my hand around his throat and proceeded to lift him in the air. He didnt like this too much so I choke slammed him in the driveway. Lucky for him his head landed in the grass. As he laid there gasping for some much needed oxygen I stepped over him to place the garbage in the can. I grabbed his foot and drug him to the street. I asked him to please not come back on my property or I would have to call the police. He didnt say anything but the look he gave me said "I think thats a good deal." I walked back up my driveway, picked up his sockets, put them in my pocket. Lucky me, I misplaced a 1/2 inch socket about two months ago. I guess the "Forget the dog, Beware of Owner" sticker on my bumper wasnt big enough for him to read.