So the kid and I came back from an afternoon/evening on the town to find almost my entire block, old and new neighbors standing at the corner staring down Collins Street where all we could see was cop cars. There are a few (and I mean a few) good people on that stretch of Collins so I got worried and went down there to get the scoop. Turns out it was just a fight among a bunch of girls, although two of them were holding babies while they swung at each other. Classy!
Anyway, this story is about what happened while the neighbors all stood there chatting. A car creeped up very slowly and a girl popped out of the back seat. She literally tip-toed up to a house that was a couple doors down from the fight and picked up a bottle that had been sitting there. I thought the fight was about to start again, but she turned around and high-tailed it back to the car. Turns out she'd had to leave behind her 40oz when the fight heated up and she came back around to retrieve it. Ah Kensington...where malt liquor is king!
Happy Friday, y'all!
**An unfortunately necessary disclaimer - this post is meant to be a humorous tale about life in Kenzo. It is NOT a statement about all who live here.**
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