I was in class and one of my friends gchatted me and sent me a link to a news article about a "possible hostage situation" at my apartment complex. I was like, wth, but it said they were letting residents in so I was like, nbd. Also, my apartment complex has at least 17 buildings, so I wasn't too concerned.
I get home and I see these huge swatch of police tape -- going through the stairs of MY building--and about 5-6 cops in the street in front of my building. Plus a forensic van was there. That's no simple hostage situation if ID has taught me anything.
I asked the cops if I could go to my apartment and they said yes and didn't look too concerned.
I found out later that one person was killed by gunshots and another person wounded and in the hospital.
what. the. actual. fuck.
for the record, i lived in harlem for 2 years -- never anything like this.
worked in the bronx for five years -- yes, okay, at least three shootings in that time.
but now i'm back in florida for less than a year and there is a shooting in the building next to mine??
what is going on in the world???
law school is stressful.
i never stop reading things.
when will it be done.
(a haiku...i think)