Last Saturday, I was sitting around here in my homestead, drinking a little wine. It was about ten p.m. and I was early with this.
Gunshots from just down the street. Maybe two blocks down? I had no idea. I do not know shit of the sounds of guns. I’m an amateur about that.
One shot. Several seconds. Nine shots, then. Very consistently. About just a little more than a half second apart.
I’m back here in the back of my house where I live. No windows with lights. It’s about ten PM.
I do not know shit of the sounds of guns, but I know a few things about guns.
First: pellet guns do not sound so resoundingly.
Next: shotguns don’t go off in nine rounds so nicely, and also they are more loud.
After this interesting repeating gunshot event, I cowered in my house. Then several minutes later I heard dim gunshots from maybe ten blocks away, briefly.
Then I stayed in my little house with my dog. No, I didn’t call the cops. I thought the gunshots were from a couple of blocks away.
Apparently not, the cops came in a phalanx of squad cars about 20 minutes or so later (I was watching through the dark side of the house).
No sirens. No ambluances. No fire trucks.
Apparently nobody got gunned down. Just somebody doing their semi thing.
The cops walked around and talked to some guy down the street a few blocks. I watched through the window of the door.
Very quiet.
They laughed some, as they eventually walked back to their cars.