One cop arrived within two minutes and I just heard another arrive. It's been about ten minutes since it happened and I thought the place would be swarming with cops by now, but maybe it's getting routine. It sure seems to be.
It was a rude way to have my Northern-Exposure reality-break interrupted. Nothing snaps you back from the early-90s to 2021 quicker than the sound of gunfire. It was like premature time-travel. There I was all wrapped-up in the show and remembering the general vibe from 1993 or so, and BOOM, I was transported over a quarter-century in a millisecond. It made me dizzy. I talked to a sweet sister today who was moving. She said she had to get away from this shit. I live in the motherfucking 'hood.
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