There was a shooting...

In my neighborhood, on my street to be exact, last night. I didn't find out about it until there I met Lara at the bus stop and she was talking to her bus buddy Justin (who lives across the street.) At about 6:20 p.m. when Lara was talking out the garbage, she said she heard a gun shot. Justin heard the same thing and went running to his window. They both thought it was a car backfiring from the auto repair place just at the corner. No, Justin corrected her. It was a crazy guy who lives in the apartment building kitty corner from us who walked down the street, shooting his gun at nothing in particular at 6:20 p.m. He almost hit a woman who was coming out of the dry cleaners. She dropped to the ground after the first bullet whizzed by. He ended up hitting her car.

It was the topic of conversation on my bus as it turned out there were 4 of us who lived right across from each other. Another guy had feedback and information about the evening to add: like the dude just surrendered to police and was the guy who was often standing in the street screaming at no one about everything. Justin, the bus buddy, use to shoot guns competitively in Florida and knew just what gun it was (and he was right). I wasn't around for the excitement (due to a board meeting)but found nothing in the local section of the paper about it (just about what I could contribute to the conversation) except that a man was arrested for shooting himself with a staple gun.

It was one of the better bus rides home.

I'm starting to conclude that everyone in Seattle could use a little (or any!) of that big orange ball in the sky and some happy pills.