There Goes the Neighborhood

Twenty-Three Weeks Today!

Our neighbor, Harry, got out of jail some time between last night and this morning. I know this because he was sitting with Jamie (a.k.a. "Crip" - from his limp, a side effect of 17 bullet wounds) on Jamie's porch. They were there at 6AM when I returned from bringing The Husband to work and again at 8AM when I left for work. They both waved and said "hello" and were probably already drunk. They'll nap in the afternoon and be in good spirits for this evening. I'm not sure exactly what Harry did to go back into jail to begin with but he's mostly harmless. The Husband and I were enjoying the quiet street life without him. Ghettolicious.