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across the street from my house is a large graveyard. it's always very nicely kept and i used to run on the paved paths during the day when i wanted peace and silence.
the day before yesterday two women were shot there. one was killed with a bullet through the neck. the other crawled to the nearest house where they called the police. i came home from work to find squad cars crammed in my street and helicoptors circling above my house like strange, iron buzzards. news reports state suspected gang violence as the cause of the shooting. gang violence in my frontyard. quality.
combined a couple of close calls on the metro - one in which my parents and i were mildly harrassed by a group of punk boys and my dad's hat (a rather expensive christmas gift) was stolen. needless to say i was outraged and actually (in one of my less brilliant moments) took off after the thief. i'm glad dad stopped me. another, at 11pm when a suspicious looking man followed me from the train into the stairwell of the parking garage on my way home from work - luckily there was another man behind him who called out to me and warned me about the "personage of suspect appearance" and then walked me to my car.
i don't want to live in fear, suspecting and hating strangers, but lately that's how it seems to be.
the day before yesterday two women were shot there. one was killed with a bullet through the neck. the other crawled to the nearest house where they called the police. i came home from work to find squad cars crammed in my street and helicoptors circling above my house like strange, iron buzzards. news reports state suspected gang violence as the cause of the shooting. gang violence in my frontyard. quality.
combined a couple of close calls on the metro - one in which my parents and i were mildly harrassed by a group of punk boys and my dad's hat (a rather expensive christmas gift) was stolen. needless to say i was outraged and actually (in one of my less brilliant moments) took off after the thief. i'm glad dad stopped me. another, at 11pm when a suspicious looking man followed me from the train into the stairwell of the parking garage on my way home from work - luckily there was another man behind him who called out to me and warned me about the "personage of suspect appearance" and then walked me to my car.
i don't want to live in fear, suspecting and hating strangers, but lately that's how it seems to be.