I heard three quick shots last night at around 2:25. I hit my indiglo to check. It sounded like it came from uphill by the Safeway maybe- or that AME church. About a minute later I heard a car racing down MLK out the window. The getaway perhaps? I waited for sirens. None.
I wasn't gonna be able to go back to sleep now. Not out of fear though, the stray bullet would have come through the ceiling by now. I went to bed too early. Four pints of IPA after work- some Indian food, slept like a good British soldier.
I started thinking about all the shit I'm gonna need for the new install in Lake City. I'm gonna want Ben to crawl into the space in the garage and roto-hammer the wall and get pex out under the stairs for our point of connection. He's a limber young motherfucker. I'm not too fat to squeeze through those studs-yet. I'd figure I'd dazzle him by complimenting his skill at the dark arts of Wirsbo. He'd get a kick out of that phrase. Then his ass would be bent up in a dark hole under some stairs. Yes, a good place for him. It brings a smile to my face. I'll be outside thinkin' up some more shit.
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