For several years, there hasn't been any real impetus for me to stand in my driveway at 1am fumbling to light my jolly rockets, watching them explode with minimal successes, and whooping and hollering, especially when they are flying over the neighbors' [one of them mine, for instance] houses, and all the neighbors are already asleep.
Then I go to take the trash out, and there's a car sitting in the cul de sac in front of the house. There ain't nobody who needs to be sitting in a car doing drugs in my neighborhood. Neighbors said they were there for almost an hour, posturing as Eminem and Tupac wannabes, but when I rolled the trash can out, they skedaddled. Wouldn't have been so bad and maybe someone would have gone to join them, but the other night somebody cut out our catalytic converter to sell for scrap metal, so the whole neighborhood [well, those of us who are not retired yet] is on full alert.