Give me some good beer, conversation, friends, and music and there is little that will bother me. I try to treat others as I wish to be treated and when I don't, I like to think I learn from my mistakes. I believe most people are trustworthy until proven otherwise. I'm a conversational snob. I have little tolerance for stupidity or rudeness. Common courtesy is one of the best traits one can have. I believe there is conversation that is inappropriate for the dinner table. I love running into people I used to know, but am always happier if I look cute when it happens. I think there would be much less ruckus in the world if brunch were a daily offering.

Monday, June 13, 2005

Gunshots Rang Out Like a Bell

Turns out Vanilla Ice was incorrect. Gunshots are more of a popping sound as I found out last night between 10:30 pm and 1:00 am. 7 shots here, 10 shots there, 8, 7, 12, etc. Louder, then softer. It sounded like someone was target practicing in the alley behind my house. Either that, or some unfortunate bastard has about 40 bullets in him. Needless to say I was freaked out and didn't get a lot of sleep last night. I heard my landlord get up, come downstairs and call someone (I am assuming it was the police). Shortly after, the shots stopped. A quick perusal of the blotter this morning turned up a double shooting about a mile away. Unsure if it is related or not, but really glad it wasn't in my alley.

And for those of you with Ice, Ice Baby stuck in your head - 1. You're welcome. 2. The lyrics are linked to the title above.
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