The goons are out in the neighborhood tonight.
Harley and I were a few blocks away from my apartment, turning a corner, when I heard a gunshot.
I stood still, watched the street, and had two thoughts:
- Shit. My closets are a mess! If I get shot again my mother is going to fly up, and get buried under an avalanche of laundry.
- I wonder if I will feel myself fall or if the light will just click off.
After a moment I cautiously continued down the street. Everything was quiet. We were halfway down the block when another shot came from behind the houses. Harley looked up at me like “this is some bullshit.”
And it was.
Once I got to the end of the block, a sketchy guy wearing all black flew around the corner. He clutched something in his coat pocket. I avoided eye contact and kept Harley in a short leash.
Sketch turned into the alleyway, and I made my way to a busier street.
Tomorrow, I clean my closets.
Even in Las Vegas we normally don’t have things like that happen, unless you are over on D street.
Probably happens in the ghetto… I mean I don’t even know what these people are shooting at really, and they tend not to have good aim because the ambulances aren’t in the neighborhood that often…
Even in Las Vegas we normally don’t have things like that happen, unless you are over on D street. Didn’t think you would have to worry about stuff like that in Minnesota.
Sorry about the duplicate comment. Don’t know what the heck my pc is up to today. I guess people are more apt to pull the trigger with so many things in the crapper right now. Hopefully that will change soon. Happy Thanksgiving!
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