Molotovs

I woke up about two hours ago to the crashing of glass. I assumed at first it was someone breaking in to a car, but I looked out my apartment window to see that someone had set the streets on fire. The glass and the fire equaled only one thing. Molotov cocktails.

Already shaken from my sleep in a bad way, I watched the molotovs burn out on the sidewalks, and street lanes. It wasn't long till some cop cars arrived, along with an army jeep. The Jeep continued down the road after some bantering with the cops, and the cops parked their cars, and began to talk over their radios. No fire trucks came, but I guess there was nothing for them to do if that had come. The Fire was under control, and none of it was touching anything flammable. The cops stuck around, and waited for the fires to burn out.

After about 20 minutes, they took off.

This whole scene playing out before me was really odd. No one was hurt. No charred bodies. No shots fired. No riot police. It was like a docile crime. Some teenagers probably out driving, tossing around Molotovs.

Now I can't sleep.

I look out over the city, and see the light pollution of thousands of people. I think of a million possible scenarios that could be happening right now. My mind eventually makes it way back to that 911 call. A mental debate ensues; one side is telling me not to be a child, and the other is telling me to make a bomb shelter.

I better try and go to sleep now.

Hope springs eternal.