The comments reminded me of other neighborhood incidents, but
one in particular. I was walking late at night around the neighborhood
twenty-some years ago, and up in one of the two perpetually-problematic
areas, meaning mean dogs unleashed, dead cars, frequent police and
ambulance calls, there was shouting in a kitchen. As I got closer, a
door burst open and two grappling males came out onto the deck, mostly
fell over each other down a flight of 6-8 wooden stairs on the driveway,
then proceeded to the lawn, punching and yelling. I worried I might
have to take some part in this if something looked criminal. One threw
the other down and yelled. "Look! I'm your fucking best friend! And
I'm fucking telling you you're being an asshole!"
Ah, I thought. No problem here. Everything under control.
1 comment:
Yes, that sounds like a situation taking care of itself.
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