I know this isn't normal, but I have to put this down:
So, I'm spending the weekend in a rental house with some relitives. The main area has a nice view of the Main Street, and it's 11:50 st night, and, me, my sister, my aunt, and my mom's friend are just making use the provided two sets of binoculars and telescope to spy on the weirdos out at night, with my aunt providing helpful commentary.

So, at the point where I start paying attention, there is a group of teenage boys outside climbing a light pole across the street. A hobo with a garbage bag on his back walks past them, having an unpleasant exchange. The kids leave, then trashbag man proceeds to steal a bike and ride off, leaving a bag of what we can only assume is cocain/poop/hobo trash on the doorstep of the store. He leaves, then comes back to leave ANOTHER bag near the side door of the place and take something from the bushes. All the while, we're trying to decide what's going on. XD this is my family be proud.

Oh look, another hobo has arrived from behind a building. We think he lives there. Oh, and it's Oregon so there is a minor smoking coke and a drunk driver roaring through the streets. Not even Newport is safe now.

Now there's a guy in a bald cap. I think he's a thug. He didn't pick up the trash bag, still convinced it's cocaine.

Now there's a drunk driver, just finished drink in car, and the miscreants are back. Drunk guy has someone in with him. Proposed conversation:
"Give me the keys, Bradley!"
"I'm fine, Jennifer!"

Hobo trash, or heroin? Still can't tell.

Drunk driver is going, I repeat, the driver is going.

Jen:"Bradley, you don't understand. You're harming you're unborn baby."

And now the drunk guy is smoking. Bradley needs a twelve step program.

Bradley is gone now. He has shakily driven off. All drunk drivers are now named Bradley.

And someone was smart enough to hire a cab. And Bradley has parked on the street now.

Now we think the bag is full of dead crabs or soiled Hanse underwear. We are going to wake up at 5:30 am to check what's in the hobo bag.

My aunt is a bad influence.

Now my relatives want me to write a story to find out what's in the hobo bag and the planter.

Fat guy collapsed in street, is helped off scene by someone in a dark hoodie.

A suspiciously large black SUV with seven hobos (maybe).

This is my entertainment now for 12:24 am.

Fat man is being followed by semi-largish man in a black hoodie.

Welp, it's died down now.

Oh, slow vehicle picked up fat man. Parked in middle of road. Backing up to park.

Still have no answers. We want answers! Why did those guys swap trash bag? What happened to the miscreants? Did they get caught by their parents? What's in the hobo bag?

Welp, I think we're out of entertainment now. I'll go shame watch Netflix now.

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~Time Shadow