There's no live theatre where I live, but on hot summer nights the next best thing is to sit in the house and listen to the dramas being played out on my street through the open windows. Last night, four teenagers in various stages of inebriation were arguing - here's my favourite part:
Male teen 1: "That's it - we're done. You're not my f---in' friends anymore.
Male teen 2: "What the f---'s wrong with you anyway, Kyle?
Male teen 1: "Wrong with ME? You threw my brother out of a moving car, that's what's wrong !
Couples frequently fight loudly and publicly on my street. A few summers ago, I overheard this line shouted during a domestic dispute, just before the police arrived:
Male voice: "How come every time we fight, I'M the one who ends up in jail?"
Never a dull moment.