The Neighborhood

On most days there's a lady who stands on the sidewalk in her fire engine red bathrobe shouting into her cell phone while smoking cigarettes. 

Today her son took the helm wearing a bright yellow hoodie. He was playing loud music and rolling joints on his thigh while seated on a chair hauled out into the sun. 

The music was driving me crazy while I tried to concentrate.

Then two cars collided at the intersection and all hell broke loose. Once the broken cars got cleared out and the police left,

Things were quiet. 

And I am grateful.