As a teenager, I went "joyriding" with other teenagers only once. They drove from the suburbs and picked me up at our house in the middle of the Regina ghetto.

Half a block away, on 5th Avenue, the three of them - two guys and a girl - began hurling pennies at the Aboriginal prostitutes on the corners. They cursed us as we drove off.

Later that night, at a red light on Albert, the girl flipped the bird at two Indian women in a neighbouring van. They got out, came around, beat her blonde head through the passenger side window.

Ululation.