2:18 AM: I’m coming to you live from the trenches of the Dirty J with dispatches from the annual “J-Walk” event. Holed up in my Riverside condo, the party has been raging outside since nightfall. Rather than wrapping up the night at one of the local establishments, many have chosen to take it to the street, wandering the Spring and Riverside area drunk and afoot, assaulting the senses of any sleeping resident in the area with an cacophony of cackling, sobbing, and tourette’s-like outbursts of profanity laced with awful grammar.
Some of you may recall a similar report last fall from the “Fall Crawl” as I witnessed a very intense fight between two early middle-aged women over knitting or something.
The joys of downtown living! Bring us your classiest, Jeffersonville.
I will read for another 15 minutes or so in hopes that they’ll wander off.
If the screeching continues, I’m calling in the Wolf.
We’re equipped to fire back – in the form of a rousing version of this on repeat, at full-volume…for as long as it takes.