Hot time, summer in the city

There must be some relation between the hot weather and the violence -- domestic or otherwise -- that seems to thrive in the summer months. Our neighborhood is positively on fire these days with the angry shouts of men and women, and the cries of babies.


Speaking for myself, I walked outside, in the morning, and was almost instantly soaked with sweat; and certainly I wanted to maim, mutilate, or kill the first person that looked at me askance.

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