It's a rocking Friday night here in downtown SJ

[tavella]

Well, this is certainly exciting. A party across the street was disintegrating into argument, whch I was listening to with one ear, when I heard a firecracker pop. Then two more, sounding so much like gunshots that I ducked down on my couch to get my head below window level. Nothing more, and I thought I must be wrong because the shouting voices stayed at argument level instead of breaking up into screams. I called 911 anyway, just to report the argument, and said diffidently that I had heard pops but I didn't think they were bullets. There are now eight cop cars on my street, people lying face down cuffed on the asphalt, and I heard two cops discussing the blood trail down the sidewalk they were cordoning off.

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[tavella.livejournal.com]

Thanks! It's just a bizarre feeling, because when I looked up at the shots, I didn't know it, but I was looking at someone dying. I was sitting sideways on the couch, as I am now, and when I look up I look straight at the neighbor's driveway that is now scattered with evidence markers and blood. I didn't *see* anything because it was dark and I just saw some people moving around, but it's an odd thought.