of midnight con{or perhaps, de}struction. [what's that?]

A couple nights ago, I was up at 230 because I couldn't sleep. It happens. What kept me up for a while was odd. The sound of construction. Now, mind you that's a normal sound for me to hear, but at 2:30? I didn't think much of it at the time, but now that I think about it, I don't think it happened. It couldn't have. It would be impossible. I think I'm going crazy. Honestly.

Speaking of midnight destruction, the poor living in the equivilent of projects outside of Paris have decided to start a few destruction projects of their own. I don't know. I mean, I think that the reasoning behind it was poor. They say that the kids we're not wearing helmets and crashed into a police car. (Take that with a grain of salt, mind you. They aren't going to tell you anything else.) So, the two kids, died, unfortunately, and sparked off a few nights of rioting in response. They say the kids are angry. I think they've a reason to be. But I think that, perhaps, they should let it be known they are rioting because their situation sucks and they want change. Perhaps. I don't know. I'm not there, and I think I don't really understand, but I wish to. I think there cause is noble, even if their means to accomplishing their cause may be less noble.