The other night, the ghetto birds were out in full force and were keeping me awake. (For those unfamiliar with L.A. slang, ghetto birds are police helicopters.) I got up a couple of times, over the course of a few hours, and my blurry-eyed searches of the interwebs yielded no explanation for the noise. I only knew those choppers were near.
Cut to a couple of days later and I was talking with my friend, Betro. As we’re neighbors, she is sometimes affected by the same junk as our street. She asked how I’d fared during the water-break of that loud night and after a bit more back-and-forth, I came to understand that the helicopters had been covering the situation on the night in question.
Here’s what got me folks: what a waste of water. As I understand it, some joker had taken out a fire hydrant and the good people at the Department of Water and Power were struggling to turn off the main supplier to said hydrant. As I pictured the waste… As I thought of the drought… As I exhaled and dropped my head… I said “Uncle.” I give up. All you idiots out there who just don’t get it and don’t care to – you win. That’s right. The dumb-asses have won. I don’t want to be angry at you anymore. I don’t want to try to talk sense into you anymore. Honestly, I just don’t want to engage with you anymore – period.
So knock yourselves out. Given your less-than-stellar track records, you will probably do just that. Literally. Good luck with that.