Last night I heard more gunshots from the neighbourhood.
There were a lot last summer, but the winter was quiet. I guess the gangstas calm down for the Christmas season…
To be honest, if it was just gansta shooting gangsta, a drug deal gone bad, whatever, I wouldn’t really care. Early death is one of the expected results from that high-risk/ high-yield career path. What does cause a problem is when bystanders get shot.
It happened a couple of times last year, and the mayor increased police presence in the area. I don’t know if it helped or not, but I’m glad he did it.
I’m also glad we don’t live in the end unit of our townhouses – I was recently told that there are a couple of bullet pock-marks in the side wall, the results of a shootout last spring.
Still, when I heard the shots last night I was sitting on my porch with a beer and a cigar. Talking to a neighbour, neither of us did more than flinch slightly.
Acclimatization sets in… Hand me another beer.
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