Relatively, a quiet weekend, though Saturday morning, bright and early, marijuana smoke wafted into the apartment from the kids rolling two-plus joints out in the open, kids walking by and everything. Decided not to call, as odds were nothing would happen and they were gone within the hour.
Didn't sit on our stoop, but they were out down the block. Snickers and snarks as we passed by, but I doubt their brain cells were still functioning after the major reefage earlier in the morning.
Sat on our own stoop a bit every day, so maybe that sets a precedent. Then again, maybe they were terrorizing someone else's block ... or saving up for next weekend.
