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Animals after Midnight

I lived downtown wilmington overlooking Second and Market. For the readers with short attention spans, the party crowd could be summed up as BARBARIANS. Drunks pissing in the doorways, men beating women, men beating men, profanity, yelling, harley riders thinking the blasting mufflers was on a scale to match their egos. From my window I watched what I thought was the most decadent sight imaginable. CIVILIZED HUMANS? No way. Animals! No other word for it. Go home, get a life. Focus. But to expect improvement in humanity is like expecting your dog to give the stock market report.


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