Messed up
Yesterday I witnessed the end of a police chase. Two cops nabbed a guy trying to rob the corner store right up the road from my flat. The criminal wasn't giving them an easy time. There was lots of struggling and one very loud scream. I found out later that one of the officers was stabbed in the processes.
Our neighborhood is the stomping ground of pregnant ladies and strollers, hipsters and yuppies, the kind of people who shop at Whole Foods and drink wine in the park on sunny days. Still, I probably heard the sound of someone getting stabbed yesterday. And earlier this year Tim heard someone get shot outside of our window. That's kind of messed up, ya know?
