Never A Dull Moment
Just when I thought I was at a loss for things to write about…
“POP!”
“POP!”
is what I hear from my living room last night. Jason rose before I did, walked outside and down the steps of our porch to see what was going on. Gunshots. Then, two “kids” (now that I’m of the ripe old age of 27, I call anyone under 23 a kid) in baggy, black hooded sweatshirts running down the street, a beat up old car following them. They turned and headed westbound toward the ocean, falling out of sight.
Suddenly, a noise from inside the house. Okay, sorry, I got caught up there for a second. No noise, fear not! Anyway, Jason came back up and called the cops who showed up less than 2 minutes later and promptly began searching the ground for shell casings.
Neighbors appeared from their darkened houses, and of course me, sitting in my pajamas upstairs, peeking out from behind the curtains like a little kid waiting for Santa. Turns out 3 other neighbors had called it in.
In the next few minutes, four additional cop cars had arrived. Jason stayed outside to talk to the officers, offering his description of what he had witnessed. The police left shortly after that and me…well, I went back to watching Rocky.
I have never felt unsafe on my street. I live in a decent area with good, law-abiding (for the most part, and as far as I know…) neighbors. And yet, we’ve had our car broken in to, our wheels stolen, our garage robbed, and there might be a wife-beater down the street (judging from his vocal outrages and the three detectives I saw entering his house one day). Oh, and now gunshots.
Yet, I still feel this is a relatively safe neighborhood, maybe because I’ve lived in much, much worse! However, as a mother, there is no neighborhood too safe, and gunshots are just not acceptable. I mean, what the F?
Part of me says “You can’t get away from violence. It is everywhere.” And another part of me says, “It’s time to get the fuck out of Dodge.”








November 29th, 2006 15:17
Among other places, Earp “got out of Dodge,” ended up in Alaska, after Tombstone, and finally in Colma where his OWN tombstone was stolen on at least one occasion. There’s no escaping it. You just have to hope that God (however you perceive him/her) will look after you.
November 29th, 2006 15:52
you are so right, squirrel. that’s what i keep telling myself.
November 29th, 2006 21:23
i used to live in a small town. gun shots work us up in the middle of the night and truly freaked me out for weeks afterward. that whole crazy post-traumatic stress thing. couldn’t sleep, got shaky as the sun set. we live in a different small town now, but when i hear what i assume to be shots from time to time, i close my eyes and say ‘it’s just a car, it’s just a car…’
for now, that seems to work!
November 29th, 2006 21:27
How scary! Did the cops nab any one?
November 30th, 2006 01:03
Scary….sadly, I think that we can’t escape violence these days.
December 1st, 2006 07:09
I live smack in the middle of the city and use to sleep through gunshots. But, you are right, having children definately makes you think twice. But, sadly, I also agree that violence is everywhere and hard to escape. You just end up trading one type of it for another. I hope they eventually got the thugs!