The neighborhood's gone CRAZY!
'Yo! Whaddya doin'?'
No sooner did they get to the car when they noticed all the police stuff inside. Cop radio communication thing, coffee cups and Dunkin' Donut tissues.
'Oh - hello officers. Just checkin'.'
An hour later, a couple blocks down, the crap hit the fan. Cops everywhere. Two houses on the next block raided. All of us were gawking at it and chatting about it as we shivered on our stoops. Drugs they say. That one house has tiny little screaming kids in it. It's a shame we agree - that neighborhood has gone down the tubes. And can you imagine raising kids and dealing dope out of the house? It's a neighborhood city, the City of Brotherly Love. One block in the wrong direction and you could be in trouble.
Twenty minutes later a phone call from a friend. A body has been found down by the creek. No information. The only thing that flashes through my mind is the aquaintance that another woman and I spoke with yesterday evening. Her face was nearly unrecognizable. Swollen and bruised - some kinda weird, yellowish, pussy patch breaking up the large purple patches. She was just out of a 4 day hospital stay after the ex boyfriend beat the crap out of her. I looked into her swollen, bruised eyes and told her to go buy a gun NOW. She protested - the Protection From Abuse order. I told her that flimsy piece of paper isn't going to protect her from the whack-job that did that to her. You're gonna have to pop the bastard when he comes back for you, I tell her, because it doesn't seem like he wants to let you live without him.
Is it she? I don't know. Whoever it is I pray for them right now. Those little kids in that frigging drug house. That battered woman.
The doors are locked. The guns are loaded - but locked away in the safe. My trusty shotgun by the bed - with a damn trigger lock on it. Lots of prayers to say tonight.