Well, we had some excitement here tonight. Our neighbour, June*, came over to tell us that some guys were looking into the cars, so we went out and made sure ours were locked up. Then her boyfriend, July*, told us they were watching a group of people across the street break into cars. I opened the bedroom window so that I could hear if something happened and told
mfrazercani what was going on, then went to bed. He went outside with appropriate protection.
I heard some commotion from outside (but no gunfire), so when
mfrazercani came back upstairs I asked what had happened. He said, "Somebody walked by and said that some kids were jumping off the mailboxes and now there's an ambulance there. But July was over there, so there's some debate as to whether or not he caught the guy breaking into the cars and beat him up." Apparently, the passerby said that the kid's leg was all fucked up. And that there was an EMT over there (that would be July) and that he'd told July not to move him, to which July had replied, "He's moving himself!" Matt's comment was, "Yeah, he's moving himself to get away from the fist slamming into him repeatedly." So now we have an ambulance and two cop cars outside.
I haven't experienced this much middle-of-the-night neighbourhood drama since I lived just off 14th St in Oakland.
I miss the country.
* Names have been changed to protect the... er... possibly innocent.