WUDDADAY Ok, so trying to hash out some responses and new threads, but I have a tendency to get just as distracted as I plan on being focused. Oh the irony. So I thought maybe I'd post a little something for good measure just to get me in the writting spirit. So here it goes.
So I live in apartment complex with a name containing the word Cinamon in it. What's the point of mentioning this you ask? Well because I find it ironic, because it's pretty run down, with dreadful management, and a decent amount of criminal activity. Just this morning I wake up at 4:00 in the morning, turn on the news and lo and behold there is a wideview of the entrance to the complex. Apparently, a couple buildings from us there was this married couple, I think I know the one, but haven't been outside to see the crime scene tape. Well their place was broken into, the two assalants demanded money, so they led them to a safe, opened it and forked over all the money and about a pound of marijuana. "Wow drugs, what a surprise" was my initial thought, now the whole thing made perfect sense. They were likely low level dealers, someone caught word, and decided to clean them out. This happens all the time if you sell out of your house around here. Anyways, after handing over the safe's contents, they still end up shot. The woman was shot in the leg, the man in the torso. Then the two guys go outside, loot in hand and see some poor guy walking outside of his place, likely getting ready for work like a lot of guys do. The two yell at him to go back inside, so listens, not wanting any trouble, turns to go back inside and still they shoot him in the back and then run off. After hearing that all I could think was "Seriously?!" I live here with my family, and while we no longer are involved with drugs of any sort, neither was the guy that got shot in the back. I had a conversation with a few people about this later in the day, and I found out the woman's husband that was shot in the torso died in the hospital today. For what? A little weed and a couple hundred dollors? All I can think sometimes is how horrible people are. Even if drugs didn't exist, or guns weren't ever invented, people would still find reason and means to murder people for the most ridiculous things. I can't understand it. I couldn't lose someone like that, I feel like I'd harbor a lot of hate. I've escaped a lot of close calls with my family and myself, but my mother-in-law has been jumped several times, had a gun held to her head, had her daughter kidnapped, just because she's involved in that drug scene around here. She's trying to turn her life around finally but it might be too late, she's facing possible prison time, she's been jumped twice in the last week, is getting evicted and just got in a car accident that tore open her c-section wounds. She even missed my daughter's second birthday because of one of these attacks in which three people were waiting for her outside her appartment as she was leaving to go to the party. Keep in mind the woman can't weigh more than 90 pounds. I don't know, I just don't get it. Acting like that, like your an animal that has no choice but to act out your primal and violent instincts liket hat with no regaurd for anything else.
Hooray for rants. Yeah, I feel better having gotten that out. That's the main reason I'm a little distracted from my usual posting, because I'm stressed and tired.
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