What is my goofy neighbor upstairs doing now?
Car horns at 11:30 at night on a Wednesday? Not good. The noise and yelling on the street continues for the second time tonight. Reluctantly I take my camera to the door. It’s a fine young man getting out of a car with a bicycle. I wonder whatever could be he looking for this time of night?
Something is thrown from the upper window and the bicycle guy retrieves it.
“Sh*t! I ain’t got nothin!”
“Gotta go, she’s videotaping.”
The car goes in one direction and the bicycle goes in the other. Incense-like fumes waft through my heating vent and I gag. Again I crank up the high-cfm fan and blow the fumes out the screen door. Such a nice young man on the bicycle, although he did have a bit of a potty mouth. I wonder why he was in such a hurry to leave.
I started this blog to write about Arabs–so how is that working out for me?