First thing I see when I walk out the door today is the guy looking like he was interested in breaking into my car. Fortunately, alcohol is usually more of a ceremonious touch to mark the success of a crime well-done, e.g. Danny Ocean's crew. This guy went all "cart-before-the-horse" and face-before-the-sneakers, slamming his head out onto the sidewalk right in front of a cop car.
Can whoever turned my neighborhood into a Bukowski novel overnight please reverse the spell? Thanks.
