This weekend, I was away from the city at a training camp. When I returned, I found that my best friend had been uncomfortably close to a deadly situation.
The story:
http://www.tribnet.com/news/crime_safety/0904a14.html
The Ryan Orth in the story is the aforementioned friend. I went to his apartment, and, indeed, two holes neatly describe the trajectory of a bullet through the middle of his living room. Fortunately, he and his wife were returning from church at the time and did not arrive until ten minutes later.
This is one reason that I grow weary of apartment living. Who are these people that surround me on all sides? Who bears them grudges?
It all seems so strategically flawed.
The story:
http://www.tribnet.com/news/crime_safety/0904a14.html
The Ryan Orth in the story is the aforementioned friend. I went to his apartment, and, indeed, two holes neatly describe the trajectory of a bullet through the middle of his living room. Fortunately, he and his wife were returning from church at the time and did not arrive until ten minutes later.
This is one reason that I grow weary of apartment living. Who are these people that surround me on all sides? Who bears them grudges?
It all seems so strategically flawed.