Drunk.

Some days I'm not sure if I'm at a playground or a watering hole. No matter what time of day, there's always at least one person getting paper bag drunk in the middle of the playground. I'm certainly no teetotaler and have definitely consumed an adult beverage or twelve in a public space. But at a playground? Surrounded by children? At 9 in the morning? Does it get any more pathetic? Yup.

Yesterday, I was chilling in the sandbox with my lil' man. I smelled a familiar fragrance at our neighborhood park. I looked up and noticed a dude smoking a joint. No biggie. I see dudes smoking joints in the park almost everyday. Whatever. What am I gonna do? Say something and end my 37 year punch-free streak. Ummm. No thanks.  But this dude wasn't just smoking a joint—he was multitasking. He was smoking a joint and pushing a fucking stroller!

Oh west end of Providence ...