three cop cars. one almost naked man, wearing a shirt and carrying only his shoes (um pants? shorts? boxers? no). almost directly underneath my window. and they're all just standing around casually chatting. I could never be a cop - I would snicker too hard at the weirdness. I'm not sure if I'm supposed to feel *confident* since we have so many nice police visitors, or freaked out.
Seriously...I know it's hot. But naked bits?
also, I sliced my leg open with a rotary cutter tonight. these two things are (hopefully) unrelated.