Whew, ok. I’m not usually one to come on and unload
about difficulties or trying moments, but it has been that kind of night so I hope you’ll all bear with me. There is no humor in this post, and it’s pretty disturbing, but it’s the only outlet I have for a little while longer so I’m taking advantage of it.
Let me preface by saying that I don’t live in the best area, even for Flint, but I know most of my neighbors and they are good people.
I spent the weekend in Indiana for work, pulling a couple long days and driving home tonight(last night now) afterwards. I got home at about 1:00am and was desperately looking forward to a quick meal, a long shower, and my bed.
I wasn’t home 5 minutes when a car screeched to a halt outside and someone shot up my house.
I got to the basement and called 911, and was able to go up and take a look around when the police got there a little later. The bullets almost all went through at least two walls, and the front window was shattered. I was more than a little freaked out when I found a bullet hole about two inches above where I was standing when the shooting started. The police left a little while ago, and I don’t know if I’m going to be able to get to sleep any time soon, so I decided to put this down.
I didn’t know it was possible to be pissed off, frightened, and grateful to be alive all at once, but that’s where I am right now. I can only assume that whoever it was got the wrong house.
And ok, this is not the worst part by a long shot, but they hit my cologne shelf. At first I thought that they had only gotten a few of the inexpensive bottles based on the fragments I found, but I discovered that my bottle of Acqua di Parma Colonia Intensa took a direct hit. There were no bottle fragments left, just the cap and atomizer on the floor. No, not a big deal comparatively, but I think I’m probably focusing on that to keep from dealing with everything else all at once.
I’ve been up for over 24 hours now, and it’s way past time to at least attempt to get some sleep. My apologies for posting something this heavy in a shaving journal. Signing off and grateful to be alive.
about difficulties or trying moments, but it has been that kind of night so I hope you’ll all bear with me. There is no humor in this post, and it’s pretty disturbing, but it’s the only outlet I have for a little while longer so I’m taking advantage of it.
Let me preface by saying that I don’t live in the best area, even for Flint, but I know most of my neighbors and they are good people.
I spent the weekend in Indiana for work, pulling a couple long days and driving home tonight(last night now) afterwards. I got home at about 1:00am and was desperately looking forward to a quick meal, a long shower, and my bed.
I wasn’t home 5 minutes when a car screeched to a halt outside and someone shot up my house.
I got to the basement and called 911, and was able to go up and take a look around when the police got there a little later. The bullets almost all went through at least two walls, and the front window was shattered. I was more than a little freaked out when I found a bullet hole about two inches above where I was standing when the shooting started. The police left a little while ago, and I don’t know if I’m going to be able to get to sleep any time soon, so I decided to put this down.
I didn’t know it was possible to be pissed off, frightened, and grateful to be alive all at once, but that’s where I am right now. I can only assume that whoever it was got the wrong house.
And ok, this is not the worst part by a long shot, but they hit my cologne shelf. At first I thought that they had only gotten a few of the inexpensive bottles based on the fragments I found, but I discovered that my bottle of Acqua di Parma Colonia Intensa took a direct hit. There were no bottle fragments left, just the cap and atomizer on the floor. No, not a big deal comparatively, but I think I’m probably focusing on that to keep from dealing with everything else all at once.
I’ve been up for over 24 hours now, and it’s way past time to at least attempt to get some sleep. My apologies for posting something this heavy in a shaving journal. Signing off and grateful to be alive.