adrenaline rush
bang bang
i sit bolt upright in bed. did i just hear what i thought i did?
bang bang
i definately did. they’re coming from the alley right outside my balcony.
bang bang
i grab for the phone. 9-1-1. i tell them what’s up. “I just heard
6 gunshots in the alley behind <my address>.”
“Someone will be right over.”
5 minutes later, a K9 unit of the Sacramento Police Department shows up driving
with his lights turned off to the front of the building. Jack and Tim,
two of my neighbors are also standing on the sidewalk with me, waiting.
He drives off. A few minutes later, I’m standing in the parking area
right off the alley, smoking a cigarette. Jack, who also recently moved
into the next door unit with his wife, and I are getting acquainted. The
police car approaches.
“You’re the one who called?” the officer asks. ”Where are the bushes you saw someone hiding in?”
“Yeah, I called. I didn’t see any bushes, I was sleeping when
I heard the first two shots. Then the next two came, and the final
two came off moving down the alley.”
Behind the officer, in the direction of the last two shots, I can see a shirtless
goateed man, in shorts and a ball cap, walking toward us.
The officer walks over to him, but not after I thank him for arriving so
quickly. He smiles briefly, and starts questioning the newcomer.
Jack and I say goodnight, as we walk back to our homes. Tim is coming
out of the laundry room with clean clothes in a basket. I introduce
myself. He’s a member of a band called Red Tape, a hardcore punk band,
and he lives in the front unit.
I wanted to live downtown, to live more of a city life, but geez!
