Mom, don't read this entry.
When I drove home from work, there were 2 police cars, an ambulance, and a fire truck parked at the end of the block.
On our way to my boyfriend's truck to go to dinner, he pointed out a crack pipe in the street (wow, this neighborhood is proving educational.)
On our way home, a woman stood smoking, waiting to cross the street with her baby in a stroller. Hmmmm, second hand smoke.
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