The girls in the window were ooo-ing and ahh-ing at the boys. The boys were talking ish to the girls. And then after I captured the shot, the boys started fighting, rolling around on the sidewalk, and carrying on like one was trying to take the other’s head off. At first it seemed harmless, and then it looked like it got serious. And the girls screamed for them to stop.
Teenage bluster. The more things change, the more they stay the same.
(Notice the shoe on the fire escape in the upper right hand corner. It’s still there.)