Living in the Ghetto

Well, we’re not really, but I just witnessed a street drama unfold in front of our apartment building. I don’t know what it was all about but it involved a lot of screaming, many mentions of the f- and b-words, boys beating each other up, and a girl crying hysterically. Somebody must’ve called the police because soon two police cars arrived on the scene, complete with the siren, but only after the kids had left. Well, one party was still there but they were leaving and were most likely trying to act normal to avoid suspicion. The police were only a couple of minutes late, so their response time actually wasn’t so bad. Phew. I was kind of worried that someone would seriously get hurt, or that someone would pull out a gun and start shooting randomly, but I guess I would have to live in a ghettoer area for that to happen.

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Groovy Mom
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Ahh the random neighborhood street drama. Spices things up a bit, no? Glad no violence ensued!!

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