crack whores fight back

so last night, at about the same time i took the picture of the empty lot where the crack house used to be, a barrage of lights and sirens flooded the street. and by "flooded" i mean two marked police cars and one unmarked car. then an ambulance. then one of those big red trucks that are used to put out fires.

anyway, turns out there was a stabbing about five houses away. maybe six houses. i didn't really count. wasn't close enough for me to actually care.

on a similar note, only about 5 hours and 54 minutes of work left until i'm finally on vacation. i'd like to take this opportunity to personally thank passport canada for being such pricks and turning away my passport application three times preventing me from going to london for vacation. i'm all for safe borders and preventing terrorism... but i don't think a scribbled out fax number indicates a propensity to commit criminal acts.

but i guess that's why i don't work for the government. the stick up my ass fell out over 30 years ago.