not much to say. only that the dvd of jackie brown that my sister brought me from barcelona so many years ago doesn't work on the dvd players here. fucken region 1/region 2 incompatablitity.
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.
