While I was in the shower this morning, I heard what I at first thought were firecrackers going off. One, then about half a minute later, two fainter blasts. But fireworks? At that hour? Unlikely. After thinking about it some more–I wasn’t exactly awake yet–it occurred to me that I can barely hear firecrackers from inside, and certainly not over the noise from the shower and fan. Aieee! Those were not fireworks I heard. They had to’ve been gunshots.
I got out of the shower, meaning to call 911, but I looked out the window first and the place was already crawling with cops. Thankfully, someone else was more alert and clueful than I was, and had already called them.
The cops were still there when I left for work. I wonder what, exactly, happened?
red paper boat 