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It is more dangerous for me to drive to work than to live on Davie Circle, but I still bought a metal baseball bat at Play It Again Sports, and I still bought pepper spray, and I still called the landlord to have our maintenance man put up motion sensor lights in the back (something which I should have done when the place was broken into a year ago) and I still am going to a town council meeting tonight to ask for more street lights for the circle (I bet no one wants that in their yard, I'd volunteer, but I don't own this shack) and I still keep a knife on my bedside table that is too flimsy and too big to do what I would want, even if I had the sense about me, even if it happened, which it won't, and I really must go to the beach this weekend and chill out, because while I think the things I'm doing are perfectly reasonable, I don't feel perfectly reasonable.