Time: 4:35 this morning.
Location: street corner directly outside my window.
Unless noted, all dialogue is shouted at top of lungs (and some).
Woman: "Fuck you, I ain't no whore!"
Man: "I ain't said that."
Woman: "I ain't playing that way!"
Man: "She told you she was my female friend, I ain't got no female friends."
Woman: "I can fuck anyone I want to, but I be fucking you because I want to BE WITH YOU!"
Man: "mummble, baby, mummble."
Woman has now walked about a half block away, man still leaning on fence outside my bedroom window. Her voice still booms through my window, "I just played you like you was playing her! I played you like you played her! Who's the Playa now, bitch? I fuck anyone I want to, but... go on, go on down the block to her!"
Man ask driver of car stopped at stop sign if they have a light. Nope.
Woman, now all the way down block rounding corner, shouts something unintelligible (still sounding as if she's right in my room, what? She have a Bull Horn surgically implanted in her chest?).
Man schlumps on down the block, unlit cigarette between his lips, hands in pants pockets, and North Carolina jacket sliding off shoulder.