The police were called to neighborhood by midday (probably for a domestic dispute although I don't think there was any actual violence just lots of yelling). There were about 15 screaming folks on the porch with two cops trying to make sense of the whole thing.
The boys were out last night and decided the best way to recover was to wake and bake then go swimming. The boys and friends frequently go to the front porch for one of three things: 1. smoke 2. talk on the cell phone 3. talk to a girl. What I can't seem to figure out is if they don't anyone is out here or if they are just too goofy or stoned to care. During the afternoon (pre-swimming) the whole house emptied out onto the 6 x 4 space that is the front porch. There was in-depth discussion on going swimming because it was just "too f@*#ing hot" to do anything else and the water was going to feel "so f@*#ing great!" There was some other mumblings -- mostly peppered with f@*# and other obscenities along with a lot of man, dude, and bro about the fabulous time had Sat. night. This included a Big Boy in someone's apartment, a B&E with a credit card into a friend's apartment, loss of said credit card, and boy 1's complete blackout of of the entire event.
While the boys were gone, Milo ran away -- not far just to the neighbor's yard. I can't say I blame him. His dad came out yelling the dog was missing. This is what happens when you let your puppy run around unattended. Milo's dad is going have a child soon. His skills have not been honed on the dog.
Post swimming at the boys house -- there was a lot of whining and crying about sun-burns. In an effort to ease their suffering, they self-medicated. Why do I know this? Because someone had to make a cell phone call and thus it was all explained about 10 feet from my porch while I read my book. One was so toasty he ended up lying in the driveway in the fetal position. In his defense, he did explain that "the gardner" who I assume is his dad, while cutting grass cut down his "weed" which was growing in the weeds near the house. The poor plant was taken from about a foot and a half to about four inches. Rest assured he did save it's remains and hang it in his closet to dry. They did manage to pull it together enough to call and look for action. The conversation ended with "what's the scenery like at this party?" and "what high school are they from." I am guessing that neither of these things should really be asked when you are baked and in your 20s. Sixteen will get you twenty son.
The sun has set and we will settle in for the fireworks. Every long weekend brings idiots with fire in West Toledo.
Oh, yes, I do miss all the fireworks!
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