Carl and I stayed at friend Cheryl's in the ghetto last week. After assuring Carl that we wouldn't die -- that there hadn't been any shootings on that block in months, actually -- Carl learned from Cheryl, in a last-minute phone call before we arrived, that there had been a shooting on her corner the night before.
No people were shot. There were just shots fired -- ten of them.
Later, we speculated that it may have been a series of warning shots, on par with parental warnings: "Okay, Timmy, I'm going to count to three, and if you haven't put the cookie down, you're going to get a spanking."
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there was a homicide two blocks from my house a few weeks ago. the guy was shot 17 times. yay trinidad, dc.
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