earlier this evening i looked out the window of the building i am working out of [short-term] and saw 3 high school-aged boys walking across the street. they looked like punks with their big hair and their baggy jeans, and i figured they were probably up to no good. but high-school no good. like sitting on the curb under a tree and getting high kind of no good.
a while later my old boss walked into the room and was staring out the window over my desk. i took a gander and saw a white SUV with 2 armed patrolmen, escorting these three boys in handcuffs into the back of their vehicle.
i wondered what had happened that turned what i assumed to be high school boys into apparent criminals.
i suppose i will never know.
though the knowledge [read: guess] that the building next door is in fact a crack house and the fact that the building i am in has bars on the windows and a gate you must unlock before getting to the front door give me the idea that this is not too uncommon.
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