Just made my weekly "mean old lady" call to 311 about the annual 3 am drunken idiots on my corner jamboree. I had hoped with the cold they'd be less a scourge, but this club is apparently worth driving to. The weather is not the ally I'd thought.
The cops came and smoked cigarettes while two grown men in fur coats screamed, "Nah, son! Nah!" and bear hugged. They were stumbling drunkenly but unable to land punches. It looked like they were dancing. Fuckers. Then the cops left.
The screaming has now started again. I decided I'm going to have a cigarette too.
Sunday, January 09, 2005
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Right! :)
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