Were you ever desperate enough in high school to have sex in the handicapped stall in the skanky park bathroom, the kind with no door, just a baffle, with the cold winter wind blowing in? On the dirty gravely slightly stinky floor? Ick. I would hope that you could do better than that. The high schoolers in my neighborhood apparently can't. It's not such a classy park, and now I like it less. I knew about the making out on the benches, that was pretty obvious, but I'm starting to appreciate that the higher-than-average police presence might be because of the suspicious young men loitering on the sidewalk and in their cars waiting for their customers passing by on their way home from school. And here I thought it was really a pretty nice neighborhood.