My cynicism is getting the better of me tonight… today has been interesting.
Scene #1, act #1: My local Chevron. I am pumping my gas, when two juveniles riding a scooter, come to fill up next to me. They leave the scooter on while filling the tank and are smoking a joint. To TOP IT OFF, they overflow the tank, spilling (flammable) gas everywhere. I leave quickly, deciding my life is not to be ended in bursts of flames.
Scene #2, act#1: My street. The new neighbors on the next block are letting their three children (all under the age of five) ride their bikes up and down the street on a Monday night past 11:00 p.m. This same street hosts a drug house where the patrons never ride under 40 m.p.h. The kids are screaming loud enough that I can hear them above the fan in my room. I’ve called the police by 11:20, deciding my next day at work will not be overshadowed by a sleepless night.