Time Out!

There are crazy people yelling (at each other, passing cars, the mailbox, who can tell ?) in front of my apartment. That's not so unusual. One of my favorite neighbors is a crazy wino with Teret's Syndome who lives behind the trash cans in the parking lot. He's harmless , but he sounds scary when he starts a-cussin' at his shadow.
This isn't his crazy babble, though.

What is wrong with these two gentlemen? It's mid-afternoon on a pretty day. Their argument is starting to wrinkle my linen, ya know? I'd interfere, but either one of these guys could easily beat me into the ground without blinking twice.

It gets louder and more profane.

I think these thugs are gonna fight. My next-door neighbor is a cop- she must be at work. Maybe I should call her. There's never a woman with a gun around when you need one.

Wait. Here comes the security guard from the hospital across the street. The guys cool down. I think they're just drunk earlier than is usual, but you never know. People get shot and/or killed around here almost every frickin' day.