Crackpots

A week or two ago my roommate and her coworker and I ate at a Mexican joint down in Hillcrest. We sat out on the patio and watched the, shall we say "flavorful", people walk by. We saw sociopaths, bums, couples of all sorts, people dressed in drag, etc. We commented on how lively the neighborhood is compared to UTC where we have mainly runners and dog walkers.

That night on our way home, a few blocks from our house, we pulled to a stop to turn the corner. There on the corner were a couple of teenage boys (maybe college age?). One boy was standing dangerously close to the curb holding out a stick of sorts. The stick began to glow and he began swinging around his light saber. We busted up laughing at the show of agility and strength and realized, every place has their own nuts.

P.S. How do you spell cooc? coock? cooke? chooc? cuk? cuck?


Yeah, all of my posts tonight seem to be about drugs/alcohol, but really, it is all just a metaphor - that is some deep crack!