About 15-20 minutes ago, I looked out my living room window wondering why it was so damn sticky and awful outside (and worse inside). I noticed that there were four men across the street from my place having a heated argument. There was a teenager watching the entire thing from across the street (basically standing in my driveway).


Of course I was curious and peeked out the window and listened. I couldn't really follow their conversation because a lot of it was shouting and a lot of it was in Spanish. I did catch something about one guy having another guy's license, and something about "in this economy."


Suddenly a woman walking a dog and a HUGE man showed up. The lady told the teenager to scram, but one of the four arguing guys said "no that's my boy." The lady and HUGE man infiltrated the argument. The lady got in the face of blue-shirt guy who seemed to be the target of the other 3 guys in the argument and start screaming at him in Spanish. I looked away for a moment and when I looked back blue-shirt guy was laying on the ground and the HUGE man was standing over him. I don't know if he was pushed or punched, but he was just laying there.


The lady picked up something of blue-shirt guy's and ripped it in half and tossed it on the ground, and then everyone started walking away together while blue-shirt guy remained on the sidewalk. It was quickly clear that blue-shirt guy was OK, but just laying there until the people who were angry at him left. He got up and gathered his things, and last I saw was angrily yelling into his cell phone at someone.


I don't think the individuals involved realized how many witnesses were watching. Including myself, there was an entire construction crew just around the corner, and the maintenance man from the apartment building across the way was sweeping up the sidewalk just a few yards from the fight. What made me the saddest about the whole thing however was that the house next door to ours has several little kids who play in the front yard. One of the kids (probably about 7 years old) also witnessed the entire thing. I walked by him when I took my rent check to the mailbox (this is when I saw blue-shirt guy on his cell phone) and the little kid looked completely frightened and yet enthralled by what he witnessed, and was clearly intently listening to the blue-shirt guy yelling in Spanish on his cell phone. Poor kid. Also, the poor teenager who watched his father be involved in a confrontation in which violence was used to solve the problem.


Now, I'm hot, sticky, and depressed.