Sunday morning 3:5oAM.
They sounded close - like under my fucking window. Definitely on my street. I'm on my feet before I'm awake, tripping over the dog, fumbling for the phone.
Fifteen minutes later two police cars are driving slowly down my street spotlighting houses and yards. Inspecting our stucco? I think about opening the curtains and dancing, but best not. Finding no one waving a gun around they speed off.
Don't know about you but those Crown Vic engines roaring around really make me feel safe. I hear them retreat, some distant sirens and then nothing. Still. Quiet. Dead.
No way I can go back to sleep.
Somebody's gonna find somebody dead tomorrow somewhere. Coco
Hey Coco,
I heard them locos shooting up the place too. I know it was cannon-loud, especially since it was so quiet out, but five shots close together like that didn't come from a shotgun. That was more like a .38 revolver, or at least a .32. Waaay too loud for a .22. If it was a 9mm there probably would have been more (typical clip holding 9 rounds). One way or the other, kind of gets your attention at 3:45 in the morning, don't it? Multiply that by about 1,000 and you've got a nice peaceful evening in Baghdad.
Posted by: Inky Ink, Inc. | Sunday, July 24, 2005 at 11:55 AM
OK. Hand cannon, then. Gun. Control. Please.
Posted by: Coco | Sunday, July 24, 2005 at 12:34 PM
Ummm. I haven't seen my neighbor's wife since that night....
Posted by: Coco | Wednesday, July 27, 2005 at 06:06 PM