Sad human tragedy.

Today I sat in on a murder arraignment.

Back in March a young man was shot and killed in front of a local middle school at 4pm in the afternoon by two other young men in a car.

I am not going to into the specifics of the case, you can read about that yourself and make your own opinions.

However the narrative of the events broke my heart.

In condensed form, and in my own words, it went something like this:

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On March 14th just prior to 4pm the two defendants were driving in a car leased by X. They were members of X gang and looking for members of Y gang.

The victim was standing on the curb in front of the Timilty School.

Defendant A was driving and told Defendant B "just bag" him and handed him a pair of black gloves, again saying "I don't care who you get, just bag 'em".

They then rolled up and fired on the victim, firing seven rounds that hit the victim in the neck, head, and chest.

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The family of the victim was sitting in the court and his poor mother was listening to this.

However you look at this, whichever angle you choose, at the end of the day the visceral reaction is similar to watching a horror movie. Listening to the narrative unfold you really have to fight the urge to yell to the victim to RUN, RUN, GET AWAY, GO, RUN!!!!

Especially when you see his mom in the court hearing how bullets pierced the neck that once probably smelled like newborn to her, that bullets crashed through a skull that held so much potential, that his life was sadly snuffed out so dangerously arbitrarily.

And while I know that this story occurs all over, all the time, on many different levels and scales, this was just my own observations of a sad event in Boston.