Sorosis of the liver and melanoma sitting at the curb together

Never finished

The drive home from work is relatively routine; several drivers hit their

breaks relentlessly, shifting lanes without signaling, and just outright cutting people off. These things happen, but the most often thing, realistically, is the likelihood of seeing at least one twenty-something girl sitting at a bar stool, in a bikini, trying to entice customers into the 'drivethru' liquor store just down the street. They show off their asses in three-inch heels slowly moving from the stool and bistro table into the drive-through for water or more bronzing cream. Their skin makes their walk look like a deer in the urban woods, although less aware of its surroundings. Blond or brunette, Hispanic or white, they attempt to sure up sales by exposing themselves to the elements and gawking eyes of drivers. I wouldn't be surprised to hear that sexual harassment cases were ignored as they would cause a dip in sales for the day or week.

Today, I drove down Greenville to grab a burrito for lunch. The eleven

forty-five traffic dripped in comparison to the wash that would be in fifteen minutes, suits and business casual dart to get away from paperwork, telephones and computers. As I came upon the 'drive-thru' I noticed no one sitting on the stool at the table and three teenagers sitting on the curb perpendicular to the garage. A police car cooled as its driver questioned a mustache and an open shirt on the other side of the driveway.

On the way back the scene only looked worse with one of the men who was

questioned earlier sitting on the same curb the teens were at and the mustache speaking with two other officers. The operation looked closed down and another black police car sat, unused for a while. I still have no idea what happened, but it looked like a robbery and their eye candy had been told to go home.