... do you know what that means?
Well, besides that it's exponentially more expensive to go out of town, especially to nearby destinations. But that's for the kids with moneyed folks.
It means, for you and I home-bound folks, that there're more delinquents than usual hanging around the neighbourhood, well into the night time. It means when you go downstairs the following day, there're empty beer cans and bottles lined up or better yet, scattered around your void deck.
It also means something will happen to your bicycle if you park it downstairs. I park my trusty and rusty old bicycle downstairs for months on end and nothing ever happens to it - except during the school holidays.
The last school holidays, it had its wheel punctured. I suspect foul play because wheels don't just develop holes by themselves.
And just one week into the current school holidays, its entire front wheel has been snatched. A rusty 20-year-old front wheel, stolen. Even though it's parked right beside a bunch of newer, shinier bikes. How laughable. I really should learn my lesson.
But right now, I wish irresponsible parents could be neutered without trial. I wish their delinquent kids could be rounded up and locked up for the duration of the holidays. Maybe they should be forced to do some hard labour. Then maybe they wouldn't have the energy to be swanning around getting into mischief, or better yet, committing crimes.
I need to buy a wheel, goddammit.
