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So the shooting on our street tonight may not have resulted in a fatality, but it has kept me awake searching for any affordable apartment outside of our neighborhood. It's funny, cause Wes and I got engaged a couple of weeks ago (and before you ask, no bling yet - better than that, I got a smurf ring!!) and as soon as I heard the gun shot (as I was drifting off to sleep) I heard a car door slam and knew it was him (slamming the door, not firing a weapon).
I ran downstairs pretty quick, and met him at the door. Neither of us really knew what to do, what with not being petty criminals or murderers ourselves, but Wes' new guitar amp was still in his unlocked car. In the 4 minutes it took us to decide to go back down and get it (since no idiot is going to stick around after firing a weapon INTO someone), the rest of the neighborhood were all out on their stoops.
No cops yet, at 1:15 am.
2 minutes later the crime scene was taped off, the ambulance was loading the kid in, and people who had seen anything were all telling the police about it.
It's funny. When I moved here, I couldn't tell the difference between firecrackers and gunshots.
NOW I know the difference.
Now its time to move.