The street in front of my house is where I grew up playing with dirt, collecting wild flowers, running bicycle and many other activities that were incited by the calm and the security of the place. I used it more like an extension of my house. I still consider it that.
Many other kids now live here and do a lot of those things in the street, plus, one time for example I saw them soaking themselves in water from a hose while laying down right in the middle of the street, talking. Not recommended AT ALL, but that gives you an idea of what kind of peace this street has.
This is what I saw a couple of months ago in this very street.
I think it’s called a ten? Maybe it’s a twenty, I have no idea because I’ve never had to buy drugs nor do I ever want to have that expertise, but I know it IS a baggie that once held drugs.
That is WRONG.