I live among a very diverse group of folks from all walks and levels of life and they’re cool. They live and left live for the most part. The weed heads don’t bother the burglars, and the burglars don’t fool with the cats, and the married Baptist minister doesn’t fool with any woman under 20.
The winos are working through their therapy by eating grapes and drinking grape juice.The street corner pharmaceutical representatives don’t offer their product in the neighborhood, and no one never sees the guy with the weird looking plants on his patio.
So I was a bit taken back when the Baptist minister’s wife plastered the sign below on the door of the two hookers that live across the street. It took a minute but the “aha” and “oh no she didn’t” moment kicked in.