We had a little hoodling hit a tree out front rounding the corner too fast. There was urchins spilling and pulling each other out everywhere. Another car pulled up and they went to loading them up and split leaving behind just the driver and the one most struggling move. Had to be a little stern about not moving the one that was worst off. The parents of driver showed up and they dressed and acted like decent folk. There’s just so little personal control in the hoodlings they’ll paralyze each other to get away before the Five Oh shows up. All while OMG OMG and screaming relentlessly.
