Uh, there was just a drive-by shooting in front of my apartment building like 45 minutes ago.
Scared the living hell out of me. Didn’t see anything, just heard the shots and the car peeling off and the guy who got shot yelling for help, but it’s gonna take a couple days to peel myself off of the ceiling.
I had been watching a movie when I heard the shots, and at first thought they might just be firecrackers. I called 911 as soon as I heard the guy yelling, and I pretty much stayed stock still until I heard police radios outside.
I went downstairs with some neighbors and talked to the cops as the paramedics were helping the guy who got shot. He looked like he was in a lot of pain, but they weren’t particularly rushing so I guess he wasn’t wounded too badly.
It sounded like the cops had someone in custody when I came back upstairs as the cops were going to wake up everyone who hadn’t talked to them already. Fuck, I’m not going to sleep tonight.
I guess I’m now officially a resident of Los Angeles…