A Gross Anniversary

[bradeatspeeps]

Seven years ago today, I woke up at 6:30 am to get ready for work.  I went out to the living room of the apartment that my best friend and I were living in Louisville, and I turned on the TV, as I always did.  I noticed that there were messages on the answering machine, and when I hit the button, I heard my mother yelling like a maniac on the

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[lillireina]

Something similar happened to be back in the early 90's. I had a roomate named Alisha and we were living in some apartments here in Little Rock. She was at work (I worked at night then) and called me around noonish. She said, "Whatever you do, don't go outside." I was all, "Ummm why?" Evidently,a convict had escaped from one of the prisons around here and had come home to his girlfriend only to find that she had a boyfriend. He was holding them both hostage threatening to kill them. Omg there was FBI and swat all over the place not to mention the local police. I was freaked out since this was only like 2 apartments down from me.
Also in the same apartment complex I had made a new friend who I later found out was dealing drugs with her husband. They lived upstairs from me. They were found out by the airport one night with their faces shot off. The news said it was a drug deal gone bad.

I moved right after that. It seems like to me, though, that no matter where a person chooses to live there are always tragedies of some kind going on right under our noses. It's not a bad thing that we don't usually notice. It's just that we all have our own lives to live and can't be responsible for other people's decisions: bad or good. So, don't beat yourself up about what happened. It wasn't your fault.

[bradeatspeeps]

Ugh, eerily similar. *shudder*

And you're right, I can't beat myself up, but every once in a while I go "Hmmm..."