Went to work, spent most of the morning working on a handful of teeny-tiny little problems; watched out my 17th-floor window as the power substation at 59 & Buffalo Speedway blew sky-high; frantically ate dinner and played with my little girl a while; then watched out the window as a gigantic funeral full of gang kids roared into the funeral home behind us, with the cops hiding surreptitiously on another street because, uh, the funeral's for a kid they shot in the back this past Saturday. Now, I get why people are pissed -- thief or not, shooting him in the back was pretty damn bad -- but why the fuck do they have to take it out on the people who live in my neighborhood, who've got nothing to do with it? My wife's now looking for property in Stafford, dammit.
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