Let It Be

Ahh, the wise words of the Beatles. Just saw (500) days of Summer. Worst. Ending. Ever. Chelsea and I were both thoroughly disappointed. And now Chelsea is upset for a reason I don't understand, and I'm so confused. But tonight was one of those nights where you aren't sure whether you want to cry or not. D:

"where's my smack?"

today, about half a block up from the school my friends hui, paddy, lambert and i came across a very strange sight. something that is usually better concealed in the inner west, where we attend our secondary education. we saw a shaking, vicious (and obviously mentally deranged) man in the middle of the street screaming random things at the two policeman (well, one policeman and one policewoman) towering above his body.

deranged man: "where's my smack?! YOU SAW ME GOING TO THE DEALER'S HOUSE!"
policewoman: th-
deranged man: "i had fifty bucks, i was going to SCHOOL with it!"

now, by this time, lambert's face had all the colour sucked out of it. he was so frightened, and later on, i realised why. when he proceeded to ask me what smack was. i have to say, it was definitely one of those *facepalm* moments, but what can i say? he's just a protected little white boy. he doesn't know of the evils in this world, and is definitely NOT aware of the damage smack can do to you.

basically, to sum it up, there was a smack addict half a block away from our school with an apparent "fifty dollars" he was going to go to the "school" with. which could've been our school, and that scared me, because i'm thinking, as if the police aren't dealing with this lunatic who could head towards our preschool-year 12 school, and start hurting kids?

just food for thought...