The people living across the way are smoking pot and giggling. I am sitting by the fountain, thinking that this garden is one of the things I truly love. I should do something; find out how to contribute, raise funds, or perhaps pursue botany. A few feet from me, I notice a boy pulling himself from the fountain, puking water.
His family stand around him, his sister screaming "I thought he was sitting down!"
"You wanna go to prison?" The dad asks.
"You cant play around like this," her mother replies.