Do you realize how silly YOU guys sound, thinking that the big bad potheads will start eating children? The beach town that my family spent summers in had its fair share of weirdos, bums, and crazies.
Somehow both my sister and I survived, and were walking to the beach or friends’ houses alone long before we got our licenses.
Not to mention that my current neighborhood is full of kids, but also has a fair number of homeless people. And yes, you can often smell some whacky tabaccy coming from doorways when you’re walking down the street.
I don’t have a dog in this fight, but it’s small-minded fearful crap of this type that makes me seriously consider expatriation.
