More Crime In The City.
About 1:45 (cst), rapid gunshots out front of my house, totalling about 35 rounds. The stream of bullets was in a musical fashion, which indicates that this was a semi-automatic weapon. Also an act of defiant bravado, not just to scare, but to prove dominance. Could have been narcissist guy, (again?). Could have been some other damn fool. Angry about me walking my dog, or something stupid. Or, having to do with anger at narcissist guy, or some squabble going between who-knows. There was a car with a loud stereo nearby, earlier today. Maybe it was that person, or maybe ot was someone retaliating against that person. The fool moon is waning, changy weather has been coming through, and there are threats suggesting the world might end. Seeking a friend for the end of the world.
My frontal brain strain continued, yesterday, and might have disappeared, if I had not been awakened by this. My heart is also off. It's nice to settle back with my decaf mocha and keto bar. But my heart is still skipping about. Trying to relax. Need to find something like a door to put between me and the window. While, at the same time, I try to move some things to the inclement basement, in case the city is exploded. Wrong city. No fence. No security cameras. But, at least I have ADT which is useless to me. Might do outside work today, as it might rain again soon. Lawn is too wet.
Time for dog walk, today, except that dog showed serious stomach issues, later yesterday. He mulled about, breathing deeply and loudly. I sat with him, and he lay his head deep into me. Eventually, his stomach lurched painfully, and his deep-breathing began to resemble sleep-breathing. After that, he has slept and appeared better, but I will give him another day before another walk. My increased and somewhat nervous activity does not help him relax, and be well. And gunshots definitely don't help either of us.
No point to it. I mean, if they left a calling card, giving me their number or address, telling me to thank them for not killing me, then at least there would be some narcissistic logic to it. Or, if I had done something for which they felt required punishment, costing them 40 bullets, then I might see that this is third world gang time, but I have been inside, ill, for about three days. Are they seeking out the vulnerable to attack? Vainglorious assholes. No, the best explanation is that the point of this crap is to have no point at all, other than the thrill of imagining ones' self terrific.
Now I smell smoke...
My frontal brain strain continued, yesterday, and might have disappeared, if I had not been awakened by this. My heart is also off. It's nice to settle back with my decaf mocha and keto bar. But my heart is still skipping about. Trying to relax. Need to find something like a door to put between me and the window. While, at the same time, I try to move some things to the inclement basement, in case the city is exploded. Wrong city. No fence. No security cameras. But, at least I have ADT which is useless to me. Might do outside work today, as it might rain again soon. Lawn is too wet.
Time for dog walk, today, except that dog showed serious stomach issues, later yesterday. He mulled about, breathing deeply and loudly. I sat with him, and he lay his head deep into me. Eventually, his stomach lurched painfully, and his deep-breathing began to resemble sleep-breathing. After that, he has slept and appeared better, but I will give him another day before another walk. My increased and somewhat nervous activity does not help him relax, and be well. And gunshots definitely don't help either of us.
No point to it. I mean, if they left a calling card, giving me their number or address, telling me to thank them for not killing me, then at least there would be some narcissistic logic to it. Or, if I had done something for which they felt required punishment, costing them 40 bullets, then I might see that this is third world gang time, but I have been inside, ill, for about three days. Are they seeking out the vulnerable to attack? Vainglorious assholes. No, the best explanation is that the point of this crap is to have no point at all, other than the thrill of imagining ones' self terrific.
Now I smell smoke...