fucking kids

I used to only be annoyed by the kids who walk to school down P St when I'm trying to go to work, as they're traveling in the opposite direction and frequently block the entire sidewalk, showing casual disregard for the fact that I'm most always in a hurry (read: late) and usually in a sour mood. But after watching season 4 of The Wire - or at least part of it - I'm now genuinely terrified of them and make it a point to avoid rousing their ire. I don't know, call it being racist, but I'll call it being overly cautious. Anyway, one cigar-smoking youth threw an apple at me last year that hit me in the back of head. I mean, what the fuck is this? The Depression? (Or perhaps Naples, where I was not only verbally assaulted by four children riding a scooter but also someone threw a large sandwich at me - true story.)