So, I wake up at 3:30 this morning, as per usual. And then I hear screaming coming from down Myrtle Street. And I think, the drunks are out late tonite. The screaming starts migrating down towards our end. Only this time it's mingled with other voices and begins to sound more like "whoops" of enjoyment. Then I hear the whir of wheels like on a skateboard and lo and behold it's a group of teens skateboarding or whatever at 3:30 in the morning. As they go up and down our section, screaming and whooping up a storm. Visions of violent deeds go thru my head, Carla, who's also awake thinks the same thing. Fortunately, they finally recede into the distance and we fall back to sleep. Parents, do you know where your fruits of the womb are? Do you care?
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