Be kind, this is my first thread. We're always hearing about the enriching, gritty, edgy atmosphere of the urban experience. What about suburbia? A mere vacuum? I'll toss out these tidbits, and let's see where this goes.

We'll start with a classic. One of my classmates in the seventh grade shared an eye-witness account of the day when the cops pulled-up in several cars and patiently talked a sh*t-faced Johnny Ginger down from the roof of his house, in broad daylight, no less.

Not bad? Quit while you're ahead? Nope. My buddies used to cruise around the dirt roads in a beat-up old 1962 Impala, and, after finishing-off a few twelve-packs, would pull-up in front of the pastoral estate of one Dominic "Fats" Corrado, and generously piss on his front gate.

Before we moved into our new house, Bob Seger dated one of the daughters who lived there, and did a few "sleepovers". OK, maybe this is starting to suck ... A little help?