Hello Summer part 6 of 12
Thick mustaches and low brow hats circulate within our village like slithering snakes through the dark trenches of a lost kingdom. Red curbs radiate as watchful eyes glare. A skateboard is a weapon and a beer is a drug. Eyes hidden behind dark shades scan for underage hoodlums while veteran thieves jump through pried windows. Sirens rattle and intercoms hiss as bar hopping mice squeak through the maze of our village streets.
When summer arrives, our village turns into a snake pit of patrol, eager to bite at the slightest misstep.
We’ve all been bit, what’s your story?
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I would have rather seen a picture of the bicycle cops that all of a sudden appear with Summer. Because the snake pit is always the snake pit!