Gunshots!

I was quietly minding my own business watching TV.  Its about 10:20 pm on a Saturday night. 

We have always worried about our scuzzy neighborhood right outside the gates to our apartment complex.  As the year has gone by we have kind of warmed up to them.  Not in the sense that we actually know any of them (or are even brave enough to look them in the eyes), but in the sense that we now consider them our first line of defense. 

See, in our fatalistic views, we have come to think that at some point, our beloved government might turn on its own citizens.  In the process they might try to come into our homes.  Or that if something bad is going to happen, we are likely to be protected by this relatively large population of scary people, kind of like a moat might protect a castle.  Since our close neighborhood (lovingly named "thugville" by us) is likely to have more guns than most small armies, they have become somewhat endearing to us.

It was all very cute.

Until tonight.  Laying in bed.  I listened as 10-12 gunshots were fired in the distance.  I flew to the window trying to catch the view.  But alas, nothing.  Just gunshots.  Not even any cop cars.  It is all very confusing.  A little bit scary, but also a little bit comforting.  In its own weird way, our first line of defense seemed to work tonight.  Nothing going on inside our complex.