Is Nowhere Safe?
Just when I thought I lived in a safe neighborhood, fate has this uncanny way of reminding me where the hell I live.
A few hours ago, my dad almost got robbed by eight thugs. I didn't see what happened, but from what he told me, this one guy in a ski mask watched him as he was parking the Beastie and as soon as Dad got out, the guy rushes up to him, pulls a gun on him and just yells "give it all up...give it all up." Then all of a sudden, seven more guys surround him, unarmed, all shouting the same thing. One of them hit Dad in the jaw, but as soon as he yelled out the step-mom name, they all ran (God knows why). This is all before I had to go over to Fairview Heights to help my brother recharge the battery to the van. After that, the step-mom calls the police and leave for Fairview Heights. I wasn't at all worried because 1) I detest jewelry for all intents and purposes, and 2) because of where I work, I always carry a pocket knife on me. Still, this is a grim reminder as to where the hell I live, and that would be the ever-so-dangerous City of St. Louis. It is also a grim reminder that I need to get the hell out of the City as fast as I can. It's just not safe here anymore (well, let me rephrase that...it was never safe here to begin with).
A few hours ago, my dad almost got robbed by eight thugs. I didn't see what happened, but from what he told me, this one guy in a ski mask watched him as he was parking the Beastie and as soon as Dad got out, the guy rushes up to him, pulls a gun on him and just yells "give it all up...give it all up." Then all of a sudden, seven more guys surround him, unarmed, all shouting the same thing. One of them hit Dad in the jaw, but as soon as he yelled out the step-mom name, they all ran (God knows why). This is all before I had to go over to Fairview Heights to help my brother recharge the battery to the van. After that, the step-mom calls the police and leave for Fairview Heights. I wasn't at all worried because 1) I detest jewelry for all intents and purposes, and 2) because of where I work, I always carry a pocket knife on me. Still, this is a grim reminder as to where the hell I live, and that would be the ever-so-dangerous City of St. Louis. It is also a grim reminder that I need to get the hell out of the City as fast as I can. It's just not safe here anymore (well, let me rephrase that...it was never safe here to begin with).