Last night as I slept,
police cars flooded the streets
doors were knocked on, forced down, and broken through
there were shouts, yells, and screams of innocence.
In all, 29 people were all arrested in one of Port Prozac's city-wide arrests of a giant Crack-smuggling and selling ring... leaving the sleepy beach town even sleepier today (yet more coherent, I suppose).
As I heard of the night's spectacular events, I too was astounded by how many were arrested in such a small town.
I arrived back home after running my daily errands after work, to find a blue sign on my doorknob. It was from Beachside Village's management offices.
This is what it read-
"In need of some money?
We're handing out money!!!
LOTS OF MONEY!!!
Refer a friend to live at Beachside Village and receive
$50.00
off your
next month's rent!"
Hmmmm... seems as if I have some vacant apartments in the buildings around me due to last night's arrests.
Note to self- new husband must live in nicer neighborhood than I do.
Tomorrow's agenda-
Help Shelley and John move the last of Shelley's things into Whorelando.
Go to Mr. Corry's wife's memorial service (a teacher from last year at R. Nixon.... we're the last family he has left... I met his terminally ill wife last year at a bookstore)
Drive to Whorelando to meet husband prospect for date.
Hmmmm... if I have any spare time, I'll ask around to see if anyone would like to be my new neighbor.... I could use 50 spare dollars, I suppose.
