An inexpert, inexperienced, un-authoritative, enamored view of life.
Tuesday, June 17, 2014
At 1:30 a.m. I hear gunshots. People scream. Cars screech. "THEY TURNED LEFT! OH MY GOD!" Sirens. Flashing lights. Police cars. An ambulance. Boyfriend sleeps through it all. I get up after a bad night. Him: I don't think I slept well. Me: Did the sirens disturb you? Him: Huh? He leaves for work skeptical; comes home that evening to report there was a shooting the night before, right below our window. I wish I slept like that.