So one night we were walking back home in central Shaw and I began mentioning in a low voice that no one was in front of us, no one on the side and no one on the opposite side of the street. When we turned down Q I pointed out the hooded figure just standing in front of the house where guys hang out and said that we'll be walking on the opposite side of the street. When we got nearer to home, the Help mentioned something about paranoia.
Tom-ay-toe- tom- ah-toe
I normally don't tally a list of who is on the street. Like when you're trying to teach someone something you start out with exaggerated movements (in dance) or pronunciations (language), and this was an exaggerated observation of something I do when walking alone at night when the streets are lonely. I worry about him and I don't want him to increase his odds of being a victim of crime because of his suburban sense of safety.