Hoodies Plus Pitch Dark Nights are Scary…

I don’t know if it is the sign of the times, or just part of the ramifications of the Trayvon Martin shooting incident, but I am becoming highly suspicious of people with their hoodies pulled over their heads. Especially in the dark of the night before dawn. I don’t even wear mine nearly as much as well for safety's sake.   I was laying in bed about 4:30 to 5am this morning when Maggie goes absolutely bat shiat crazy!  She was a barking fool and on the job,.  I decide to get up and turn on all the lights inside and out.  I couldn’t find anything wrong so I left to go get my six Coca-Colas for the day.  As I was backing out of the driveway, I almost hit a man with camouflage pants on, tan army style boots, and a jet black hoodie.  He came out of the shadows and just looked shady. He continued on his stroll towards the projects. I didn't see him at all and almost hit him! I couldn’t see his face as well as he had a hoodie on pulled over his head. All I could see was the dark hooded cloaked looking fellow that was highly suspicious. By then it was about 5:30 in the morning and dawn would soon break. “Hmmm,” I thought to myself. “So this is what Maggie was going gangbusters over.” I keep tying to convince myself not to stereotype and be so judgmental. Dearest Maggie! Breakfast is Served! One good way to coax Maggie inside during a doggie Tourette's incident like this morning it is to ask her if she is ready to eat, or y...
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