Life in the Land of Dreamy Dreams

Hour gongs were being struck all across the city and night-watchmen were proclaiming that it was indeed midnight and also that, in the face of all the evidence, all was well. Many of them got as far as the end of the sentence before being mugged.

-Terry Pratchett, Wyrd Sisters

Once a month we, the community, meet with they, our theoretical protectors, the police.

Don’t get me wrong. We have a rather good relationship with the local precinct, and we are all too well aware that they’re underfunded and understaffed. But sometimes these things are a big tap dance.

Thousands of demons armed with radioactive warheads could ride a tidal wave into the city and we’d still hear how we were just fine because there’s a group of 3 spanking-new recruits about to graduate from the academy, and really, this time they mean it, the crime cameras will be up and working any day now.

For example: after much discussion of more serious problems, someone asked about graffiti, which has become a problem, post-K. The response is that they’re keeping an eye out. But it was proudly mentioned that Nola Rising has been issued a summons for stapling their art onto electric poles.

Seriously? I mean, I guess the Nola Rising guys are easy to find, what with their website address conveniently located on the fliers.

Jeez.

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