My Ghetto
So, everyone knows I live in the ghetto. I've made no secret of it, its always been pretty damn safe.
We found out the dude upstairs (not the one on parole, he's back in jail this is a new guy) anyway, he's been selling stuff his girl steals from her medical job to meth cookers. ANYWAY...This made Darren decide we should move, because he's not gonna leave me here and he really wants out.
So I go along with it, I don't want to be around that shit, I don't really care but its not something I need to be drawn into...So, I start looking for places online.
I get home tonight, not even twenty minutes later, I hear a pop and tires and yelling "get him in the house get him in the house" then lots of other shit.
I'm like "hell no I'm not going outside right now" it sounded ya know, at least a block away.
Another ten minutes later someone pounds on my door. There's a cop at my door asking if I heard gunshots.
a fourteen year old boy got shot in my driveway. My car is part of a crime scene.
Darren is FREAKING out.
So, yeah, my ghetto? not so safe in my eyes. Darren won't even stay here tomorrow night.
I'm kinda, not caring.
Crime Scene is outside right now. They want more information from me, I did the best I could. It's 1:30am, they had be outside giving statements starting at like 10:10p, I didn't sleep lastnight, so I'm starting to fray a bit.
Also, I don't process fear like other people. I don't have that part of my brain...the doctors word it differently, but thats what it breaks down to. So like, I'm emotionally thrown over the fact that a 14yr old got shot in the HEAD and most likely is already dead, all thats released is that he was moved to the hospital, anyway...the fact that the gangs are going to keep coming back, doesn't really effect me. Logically, I know the statistics and I know I SHOULD be more...unnerved, I guess, by this, but, well, everyone else is freaking out like mad, so I'm just, processing it for everyone right now.
Does that sound bad?
We found out the dude upstairs (not the one on parole, he's back in jail this is a new guy) anyway, he's been selling stuff his girl steals from her medical job to meth cookers. ANYWAY...This made Darren decide we should move, because he's not gonna leave me here and he really wants out.
So I go along with it, I don't want to be around that shit, I don't really care but its not something I need to be drawn into...So, I start looking for places online.
I get home tonight, not even twenty minutes later, I hear a pop and tires and yelling "get him in the house get him in the house" then lots of other shit.
I'm like "hell no I'm not going outside right now" it sounded ya know, at least a block away.
Another ten minutes later someone pounds on my door. There's a cop at my door asking if I heard gunshots.
a fourteen year old boy got shot in my driveway. My car is part of a crime scene.
Darren is FREAKING out.
So, yeah, my ghetto? not so safe in my eyes. Darren won't even stay here tomorrow night.
I'm kinda, not caring.
Crime Scene is outside right now. They want more information from me, I did the best I could. It's 1:30am, they had be outside giving statements starting at like 10:10p, I didn't sleep lastnight, so I'm starting to fray a bit.
Also, I don't process fear like other people. I don't have that part of my brain...the doctors word it differently, but thats what it breaks down to. So like, I'm emotionally thrown over the fact that a 14yr old got shot in the HEAD and most likely is already dead, all thats released is that he was moved to the hospital, anyway...the fact that the gangs are going to keep coming back, doesn't really effect me. Logically, I know the statistics and I know I SHOULD be more...unnerved, I guess, by this, but, well, everyone else is freaking out like mad, so I'm just, processing it for everyone right now.
Does that sound bad?