The City came to tear down the trees. Not ALL of the trees, but rather, ONE of the trees. The one which used to grow by the curb outside my bedroom window. It was a very old tree - older than me, I suppose - but the City came to tear it down because crackheads stored their pipes & their lighters & their cheap rock cocaine inside a hollow place in the tree trunk.
It wasn't the tree's fault.
I went outside to watch them tear down the tree. Some police officers came to watch, too. They parked at weird angles all over & turned on their lights & red & white & blue flashed on all the houses.
While we were waiting, the police told me some things about crackheads.
//Your typical crackhead can smell an officer on the beat from a mile & a 1/2 away.\\
//Your typical crackhead can take 3 bullets at 20 paces & still lift up a car.\\
//Your typical female addict can give birth to baby crackheads 5 times a year.\\
//Crackheads cannot perceive the color blue & when pursued or scared, have been known to dead leap a 15 ft. fence.\\
//The eyes of longterm addicts will gradually migrate to the sides of their heads like rabbits or other hunted animals.\\
After hearing these things, I think I might want to do crack.
I've never lifted a whole car before!
