California lying in state

A few nights ago I met with friends in town.  The street people were thick near the coffee shop.  Drawn there because of the free wifi.  An enterprising fellow concocted a believable enough tale of woe.  I would have got up and walked away had it not been for the frail walking dead dog he had on a leash.  I offered to buy his dog food.  I bought food for the man as well.  The longer he stuck around the layers of his story peeled back enough to expose the con artist.   The conversation turned into what are good reasons to kill a person. The two cons and their sickly dog got up and left as the convo developed.  It was interesting how the mass conscience of the group were all feeling an urge to kill while in their presence.  When a group of people start to pick at the threads of civilisation and it starts to unravel.  They are going to be overrun by the mending process.  When street people have to contend with silly rules they devise and chaos ensues.  They shouldn't be surprised by the results.   It could have been the moon that was pulling out those blood thirsty primitive urges.  It could have been the mood set by the cons.  The undeniable reality is the feeling that overcame us was real.  The older members in the group left before the dark tone swept over that area.