There was this fire that happened when my family and I were at the grocery store. Didn't think about it. Those things happen, even when there were three fire engines heading through the red lights. Those things happen. Someone fell down and couldn't get up.
After we left the store, I smelled that someone was getting high. All I could see in the well lit parking lot were three kids sitting down, in what looked like a smoking circle. Ballsy is what my wife called them. Moronic was what called operative word.
We drove by them, they were sorting parts for their skateboard. The smoking was coming from something else.
Three fire trucks.
Three fire trucks driving recklessly.
A drug house went up. Tons of pot went up in smoke. And everyone was reaping the benefits. Us and fast food places in the surrounding area.
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