City Living
It was a bad day in the neighborhood for crime. Our neighbor's car (We'll call him P.) was broken into in broad daylight. A couple hours later, some kids came down the street with a fire extinguisher aiming it at the flowers in front of the houses. P, the local wannabe sherriff, confronts the kids and takes the fire extinguisher. Brad was with him. P was very nice but the future of Baltimore City threatened to hit with a piece of metal rebar.
I'm watching this from down the block. Another neighbor comes down the block with her grandchildren. She mutters that P. shouldn't be talking to the kids without the police or their parents around (um, hello, that's the problem, the parents are never around and the police aren't going to be there in time to do anything). She then buys dope from the dealer squatting two doors down with her grandchildren looking on.
Sigh.
I'm watching this from down the block. Another neighbor comes down the block with her grandchildren. She mutters that P. shouldn't be talking to the kids without the police or their parents around (um, hello, that's the problem, the parents are never around and the police aren't going to be there in time to do anything). She then buys dope from the dealer squatting two doors down with her grandchildren looking on.
Sigh.