Last night around 10pm, right around the time I am hunkering down to the summery sound of a million crickets in my backyard, I instead heard five gunshots in a row: BAM!-BAM!-BAM!-BAM!-BAM!
It was right outside my front window - oh and before you ask, I can definitely tell the difference between firecrackers and bulletcrackers.
So I get on the phone to call the police. You know what a fun time I have on the phone with them. Anyway the operator is really nice this time, but says:
"OK, wait, are you calling about shots fired on Lenox?"
Me: "Uh no"
Operator: "Oh ok, oh wait, are you talking about the shots fired on Tremont? We've just gotten a bunch of calls on that one."
Me: "Uh no, I am on Suchandsuch Street, it's between those though."
Operator: "Well, there are officers just up the street, can you see them?"
Me: "Weeeellll, I am not likely to go out and flag down the police right now SINCE SOMEONE IS FIRING A GUN OUT THERE, OOPS I MEAN, PEOPLE ARE SHOOTING A COUPLE OF GUNS OUT THERE APPARENTLY!!!!"
Except for I didn't say anything, I said:
"Oh, ok, I'll go check."
At which point I rang off and then opened the upper floor window to see what was going on. By that time there were lots of people out in the street trying to figure out what was going on. If you know this blog, you will know I am a complete nosy parker out the window.
It seems that some rivals gangs were shooting at each other. The five shots I heard were fired across the street and one building diagonal from me.
The fact that this didn't scare the sh*t out of me makes me a tiny bit worried. I feel like I ought to take these sorts of things more, you know, seriously. But I think that I am sort of used to it.
What does make me more concerned however is that when I checked up on the incidents this morning, it turns out that there were several MORE reports of gunfire later on in the night, from both across the street from me, AND from a few doors down from me.
I didn't even hear a thing. See, this is why I could never live in the 'burbs. Too quiet. I would never be able to sleep.
PS: I wonder if wooden bullets are as bad as regular bullets. Just curious.