Getting kicked out, wow since I was very young I had to get used to getting kicked out of places that nowadays when I'm older I still have that feeling that I'm not wanted when I'm at some place.
Anyway, back then we had holes in our clothes, were foul mouthed (using a lot of bad language), smelled bad because we needed a bath, which I only got like once a week, needed a haircut, and we had NO MONEY, Yep were were a plaque to most but what they forgot was that inside us was a child that just wanted something fun too and was hardly getting any fun.
In my teens the sport was a machine similar to this one:
http://www.arcadeflyers.com/?page=flyer&db=arcadedb&id=1594&image=1
Which pushed coins (real money) and these were on a edge, hitting the machine made it tilt and the coins that fel were not guided to the payout as when tilted the payout slot locked and the coins were diverted to another way.
So the exact science was to hit the machine at the corners gently and gently, crouching in to the arcade as the machine was near the front entrance and ninja style hiding behind the machine, putting a paper napkin from Mc donnalds which you could take for free, in to the payout to dim the sound and hitting it gently and gentlty, there were 5 ers in there as wel, like $5 coins, we used to have a 5 gulder coin.
So yeah, getting kicked out??? man when the dude caught me he would beat the shit outa me, he got me one time but I managed to kick and break free as he punched me two time in the gut as he held my collar, the guy was big,well you had to be strong when working in a arcade back then.