You know that tickle you get in your stomach when you know something is about to go wrong?
Changes have happened on our block and my gut tells me that it's not for the better.
We've had an influx of new residents in two buildings and judging by the levels of trash, noise and shady characters in the neighborhood it's going to be a hell of a summer.
Seeing that the police have a new 911 response plan, I doubt that my calls of impromptu parties and near mayhem in our street will be met with anything other than "we're dispatching a car."
Unfortunately, for everyday residents to get to police's attention down here, someone has to be bleeding; by then it's too late.
I hope (and pray) that I'm wrong.