I hardly slept last night and I’m pretty sure that I know why.  Saturday night I met my friends at Pete’s bar before going out because there was a shooting there a couple hours before.  I saw my first dead body with bullets in him.  It wasn’t terribly gruesome as he was 100 feet away and obscured by police and coroners.  It was completely a drug related killing, so it didn’t seem extremely scary.  I think I fell asleep Saturday night without even one thought of what I had seen.  I guess last night was a little different.  The part that scares me is how everyone in that neighborhood wasn’t outraged and surprised.  No one likes a killing in their neighborhood, but I know that not a single person woke up the next day determined to do anything to change that.

I guess it makes me happy and lucky that I live in the neighborhood where I live.  Clearly it was a conscious choice, but not everyone is given such choices. Â I love that my neighborhood doesn’t have that kind of crime.  I love that if a killing occurred, all of my neighbors (including me) would be out making sure that it never happened again the very next day.  I’m extremely lucky.