The sun had just set which casted the town of Bullworth into darkness. Yet, the moon and occasional streetlight lit everything up. Though the threes ever so slightly rustled with the slight wind. Yet, Clint could barely feel it.

He decided to go to Old Bullworth and beat up some rich peoples mailboxes with his beloved baseball bat. He loved being an inconvenience, especially to those rich scum. They deserved it.

Lifting the bat over his head, he smashed out the mailbox. He had some sick pleasure watching the thing fall.

While he was enjoying the temporary dopamine rush, he had no idea someone was watching him. Someone who has a crush on a townie, and criminal.