english motherfucker! do-you-speak-it?!?!

pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop! cars don't backfire in staccato, and firecrackers don't resonate the way this did. yeah. pretty sure i heard gunfire. though i was in the twilight phase between full wakefulness and dead-to-the-world sleep. not to mention my recent hallucinogenic experimentation has activated some sort of latent schizophrenia, so i have been hearing shit from time to time. haha.

but this was unmistakeably real.

not too far-fetched either. about a decade ago, a student at nearby morgan state university decided to test-fire his newly purchased tek-9 (the number one gun in street crime; it actually says that in the brochure, like they're proud of that shit!?!) in a parking lot.

right next to the northeastern district police station. neighborhood association raised a big stink with the city council, blah blah blah, who fucken cares?

regardless of the precedent, this scared me shitless. sucking my thumb got me through the night.

god i love baltimore.