When I was a kid, I knew to avoid large groups of other kids. I also knew that kids out after midnight were trouble looking for a place to happen.
I remember being troubled when I moved to Tallahassee that there were robberies and shootings at gas stations I used. Then, I noticed the time. Two-am. Sorry. If you’re out at 2-am, you’re asking for trouble.
When I was in high school I worked at a restaurant. We closed at ten and cleanup plus preparing for the next day took until about eleven thirty. After that we went bowling until about two, followed by eating at Howard Johnsons until the drunks had gone home. Went home, got to bed about three thirty, and up for school at seven. Rinse. Repeat.
Never any problem.
“Two-am. Sorry. If you’re out at 2-am, you’re asking for trouble.”
My granddad told me, and I’ve always told my kids and their friends: Nothing good happens after midnight.