In the ham radio world of Los Angeles, there was a repeater group on 147.435 Mhz that had been dubbed "the animal house." People would attack one another, use foul language, and jam other people’s transmissions. For me, it was a game. I’d later learn that a guy in the animal house group who must have had some grudge against me had called the Youth Authority Parole Office to complain I had hacked into his company’s network. I hadn’t. But the guy worked for Xerox, which I guess made him credible.