Last night, Rob and I drove pass a dead end. It was pitch dark. There was a parked car on the opposite side; it's light was illuminating inside and it had attracted our attention. For that second, I saw an African American male facing the passenger's seat. Looking at his facial expression, I could tell that he was enjoying "whatever he was doing." Mind you, it was a dead end.
Quite disturbing, I say.
P.S. Before then, Rob and I met up with Tom and Johnson. We met them over the summer, and we see them every week. They must be extremely bored to be hanging out with a couple. Anyway, it was fun. We went to Flamingo Cafe on Northern Blvd. The food and coffee was... eh, but the desserts were YUM!
