We live in the uppper part, so theres lots or rich kids and hot *****es, but my moms place is straight up on the hood.Hm, weird. I've enjoyed Macon on the occasions I've been.
One night, when I was about 10, a complete stranger knocked on our door late at night, and when we answered the door he was cradling my 4 year old sister in his arms. She'd managed to get out of her room, go into my Mothers room, and fall out of the upstairs bedroom window, landing on the pavement outside on her head. When I answered the door at first it was a very surreal moment indeed. She'd fractured her skull quite badly & was in a bad way for a while, she's 21 now and completely fine.
If he hadn't been passing she may have laid there all night.
Was such a weird moment though, we actually checked she wasn't in bed even though we could see her in front of us. It was such a delayed reaction.
Yeh, stuff like this is rife in the UK, especially in the city centres. I remember early one Saturday morning, I'd gone in work to open up shop for the staff. Now this was in an old office where the windows were just below ground level. I went round the office opening the blinds, and as I got to the last window, I opened it and had one of the most rancid views of my life: A tramp was peeing up against the window, his scabby todger level with my face. I actually ducked lol but then realised that thankfully there was some double-glazed glass between me and pissypants
I knocked on the window and told him to 'F*** off! '
I know like everything else.You're so late, JAL lol