feels a bit more like home around here.

i grew up in dallas, about ten minutes from downtown, in a lil neighborhood called oak cliff. maybe you're familiar with it. we moved into a house there when i was four, my family still lives there actually. so anyways, the neighborhood is definitely what would be considered working class, the more sheltered among those i know would likely consider it "ghetto." it wasn't as bad as that really, not a crime ridden neighborhood by any stretch, although my dad says when we first moved there, it was way shadier. like i said though, it wasn't a war zone or anything like that, but every once in a while something would happen that would make the papers or the news.

so anyways last night, around half past midnight, i heard some gunshots, there were five or six of them, real close to here too. there was quite a commotion right after that, i could hear some people running around, yelling and stuff, and saw some shadowy figures moving as i peered out the kitchen window. it was the first time in over a year of living here that i'm aware anything like that has happened. the next morning, i heard a bit more about it, there was a fight, police cruisers went up and down the block, searching the parking lot and stuff and it made me think of those times growing up when something like that would happen close to home.

i guess it's not totally like home, i never did see it in the paper or on the news.

feeling: vigilant
thinking of: buying a gun
music: "natural born killas" ice cube and dr. dre