Last night, 2am...
Pound, pound pound...
"Someone's pounding on the door."
"Come down with me "(he's got the club in his hand, still a little paranoid from the burglary)
"Are you serious? Fine."
"It's the police, they're everywhere."
"I'm going back to bed."
He went outside and waited for the police to talk to him.
I can't help but grab my camera.
He crossed the yellow line. Shame on him.
My neighbor got shot in the rear end...seriously--his rear.
probably a drug related thing...
I have yucky neighbors...