T-minus 8 hours until the weekend grind.
Do I fear the Hamptonites? Yes. But in a “I-have-check-myself-or-I’m-going-wag-a-finger-and-tell-you-where-to-shove-your-2010-Audi” kind of way. It’s more me, than them. There’s more them than me, though. I wonder how many tiny dogs I’ll see?…
The children like to giggle at obscene hours near my window. Rollicking hyena laughs expelling from their infant lips under influence of too much purple drank.
“But it’s Thursday!”
This is not the real world.