Last nights' shooting in the projects was pretty poignant. For me, a typical Saturday night. Good food, some laughs with the wife, a couple beers, surfing the net and watching a movie out of the corner of my eye. Earlier in the evening my wife and I had joked about the possibility of hearing gunshots. My wife said of course we will, it's saturday night. So around ten pm I heard the familiar sound of someone going through a mag. Within three shots I had identified it as probably a .40S+W, by seven shots I was on the back porch, the shooting was about 40yrds away and the flashes were lighting up the buildings nearby. I counted fourteen or fifteen shots, I lost track because I was also paying close attention to the sounds of rounds zinging around. Just like every other shooting I have seen around here, the silence is broken by witnesses and possibly the shooter getting into vehicles and driving away. Once they were gone, the ensuing silence only lasted seconds. Friends and family of the vicitm started arriving at the body's location. One lady was screaming for an ambulance. I was thinking what could a paramedic do for someone who was shot fourteen times? Pretty soon there was a depressing chorus of crying, screaming, and lamentations that lasted until they were drowned out by the sirens of an ambulance and fire-truck. The dogs were all barking too but I silenced my dog. His angry barking has been the last thing many dying people have heard as they passed on, but this time I was in a somber mood and prevented him from barking. The cops eventually showed up but didn't hang around long. The ambulance left in no hurry, so I assume he was DOA. An hour later the hood was drop-a-pin quiet.
So what's the point? Pretty obvious to me another out-of-state gun was used in an execution. I wonder how well Strawman sleeps knowing his wares are destroying his race. Stuff like this just smashes my chances of finding a roommate!!
So what's the point? Pretty obvious to me another out-of-state gun was used in an execution. I wonder how well Strawman sleeps knowing his wares are destroying his race. Stuff like this just smashes my chances of finding a roommate!!


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