The Usual Suspects

Crime is the rage, the latest fad, a new trend.  It is the new black.  Depending on who you listen to, it is either a direct response to societal ills or is an instant builder of “street cred”. Exacerbated by illicit drug use and short fuses, one cannot escape crime.  Weeks ago, there was a huge racket outside of my apartment building at like, five in the morning or so.  Someone had broken into a local bar and it seemed that an employee wanted to call attention to himself by announcing the break-in on his cellular phone (close enough for me to unfortunately hear).  I heard, “they escaped through the side-entrance!  I’m not going in there, there’s a mess everywhere” and other epithets that I’m sure the entire neighborhood could hear.  Ah, the cell phone: one of the best and most annoying inventions known to man.  So try as I might, I couldn’t catch up on my beauty rest.  Nuts.


About Mema

I've been at this blogging thing since 2005, but I don't consider myself a veteran AT ALL. My posts are mostly well-meaning, fun anecdotes with the occasional random thought and a dash of humor for good measure. So sit back, relax, and stay awhile. And if you decide to browse elsewhere, just're missing out on an opportunity to meet (arguably) THE GREATEST PERSON THAT EVER LIVED. Overstated? Well, why not stick around to find out? Your call, tough guy. Or, gal. Or, martian.
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