I hate to write this, but we haven’t had much trouble from Thug Life since early spring. Early spring! And last night’s incident barely qualifies but I have to relate it to you. Around 3:30 am I was awoken by a shrill screech. “I’M LEAVING!” I assume there was also some drunk or petulant stomping included but my head was buried in a pillow so I only caught scraps. Here’s the 30-second version:
Her: I AM LEAVING!
Male: (unintelligible)
Her: WE ARE LEAVING! COME ON!
Male: SHUT THE FRACK UP!
Her: GET IN THE CAR. I AM LEAVING NOW.
REPEAT FOR…ahem…Repeat for fifteen minutes at which time three cars fired up and peeled out of the parking lot. As episodes of The Real World: Thug Life (aka, my neighborhood) go, this was tame, short, and relatively low-key.
I am, however, at the age where I’m going, “Bloody hell, it is 3:30 am, people. Why aren’t you sleeping?? Why aren’t you thanking God for your BED and DREAMING of whatever you Thug Lifians dream of???”
The Thug Life-related events have become scarce, and that’s ultimately fine with me. However, an outburst occasionally, and always on a weekend, might be good for the blogging business….
thewritingspider