After the Prom

There's a river running down our street. And I do mean running. Baroy wrapped Noah in a blanket (it's raning, though softly...in almost-June...in Los Angeles! What's this about?) and went to investigate.

Several firetrucks, an ambulance, a virtual fountain of water from a knocked-over hydrant, and a smashed-up Lexus tell the tale. The onlookers, of which there were many, this being a small-town area and that being a very large BANG, say the girl who went away in the ambulance reeked of alcohol. At 11 in the morning.

Ah, prom.

[Disgusted rant about teenagers driving Lexuses to come.]