this morning #798.

this morning, some fool i’d gone to high school with was already out in the courtyard holding court with a bunch of his buddies, badly rapping whilst passing around a blunt that was wafting up into the apartments above. i was stuck between not wanting to intervene & not wanting to call the cops. they’d only arrive on the scene & blow things way out of proportion. this dude was volatile. he’d beaten me up back in the day and, if i confronted him today about the noise, we’d likely be treated to a repeat performance. perhaps someone else would have the gall to call 911 & then they’d be the one responsible for any ensuing chaos. all i needed was a few more hours of sleep.