|Make better life choices, idiot.|
Living in this neighborhood means sometimes I hear things like, “Mama, why is the policeman yelling at the sad lady for being asleep on that bench?” I’m not sure at what age you’re supposed to talk to your kid about drug overdoses at bus stops but I bet it’s older than five.
At times like that I toy with the idea of moving to another neighborhood so we can try out this “sheltered childhood” thing I’ve heard so much about. About a week after the bus stop incident my daughter and I took the long way home from the saltwater park through a bedroom community just north of here. We meandered through tree lined streets watching families frolic in spacious yards, nary a comatose junkie to be found.
If the possibility of dead squirrel strikes a taboo-breaking level of fear into your heart, what are you going to do when you encounter a puke marinated addict? And what about the children? A steady diet of squirrel pancakes seems unhealthy but surely kids should know they’re inevitably on the menu.