Oh My...

I live in the ghetto. Imagine looking out of the window, and seeing a woman running down the street with a dog and man following her in a plain car in a suit. Not so unusual. But then comes another guy in a suit in a plain car, then another, and another. And finally the black and whites, about five of them. Then imagine hearing the sound of kids playing outside at the school and knowing your kid is out there. You know something is wrong, but there really isn't anything you can do. I'm used to seeing three or four cars, but not about a dozen. Did they not think to lock the school down if they thought there was still a murderer loose from last night.

And my neighborhood isn't really the ghetto, just sketchy on the fringes.