Why Do I Even Care?

I'm sitting in my upstairs window watching the man I called the cops on 15 minutes ago continue to scream and pound on the bus shelter glass.

He screams, "OOOHHHH!!!" And "WOOAAAH!" And "F*****CK!" He then pounds on the glass of the bus shelter. Or the garbage can. Or the bus stop sign.

Sometimes he goes into the street and does a "come and get me cops" type pose.

Sometimes he fake humps the ground.

I took pictures, but they didn't turn out. I didn't exactly want to draw attention to myself with a flash, and it is dark.

This guy is obviously screwed up. I don't know if he has a behavioral health difficulty. Or a chemical health difficulty, but he is messed up.

A COP JUST DROVE BY!!! Didn't they get my call? We live 2 freakin' blocks from a cop shop.

Ooooh, looks like he might be packing up. He just put a backpack on. He's across the street in the parking lot of the convenience store. In he goes.

He sat and yelled and pounded and yelled for a half an hour, and nothing. I hope something happens inside the store.

Nothing inside the store. He came out, crossed the street to the bus stop, hit the garbage and kept walking. He hasn't made it far, I can hear him still yelling.

Why do I call the cops? No one has stopped. It has been half an hour. They don't care.

Oh, and I accidentally gave the police my wrong number. It just came out wrong. Weird. I've had the same number for years.