Leave it to the fat kid

So I'm enjoying the evening with the windows open, listening to my new CDs and surfing the net, and sipping a NewCastle. Around 11:00 p.m., I head into the kitchen to toss the bottle in the recycling can and maybe make some popcorn, humming along to Hot Hot Heat's Elevator playing in the background. I glance out the kitchen window at the street.

Just in time to see a fat kid in the middle of the street cock his arm back and nail a littler kid on a bike with a basketball (The Neighborhood of a Thousand Basketballs, and Broken Glass, and Dog Poo). The biker yelps in pain and crashes into a parked car, coming to a tumbled mess somewhere under the back bumper of the car-- of my car.

A couple of other guys who seem a little older come over, pick the kid up and instruct him to "shake it off, shake it off." After a couple of minutes, they all head down the block.

Earlier in the evening, 3 girls and 3 guys were chasing each other up and down the street smacking each other with belts. Good times, good times.