Last night, around 12:30, the boyfriend and I were getting ready for bed and discussing our weekend plans when shots rang out from maybe a block away.
We heard shots last week, but they seemed farther away - last night's were incredibly loud, and I'm guessing we can thank our resident gunslingers up a block for the unexpected treat.
So I did what any conscientious gal would do - I called 911. I gave the operator my name, address and phone number and explained that we had heard 5 shots fired in rapid succession.
She promised the cops would be there shortly.
They never arrived.
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You know this time of year it can be difficult to distinguish between gunshots and fireworks.
I like to think positive. When we hear loud noises outside, I always tell Menckles they are fireworks.
She's a bit more suspicious when I do that in March... but it still doesn't stop me.
After 4 years in south Florida, I've grown strangely adept at detecting gun shots.
Even scarier, I could tell these were from a .9 mm.
God help me, I think I might need to brush up on my Little Havana-esque gun-detection skills. ;)
Please make sure this violence is take care of before I come to Mardi Gras...I don't feel like adding to it.
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