we got shot at
I am moving October first. I just signed my lease.
Back to the Bottoms. The ghetto you might say.
home sweet home…
Funny thing is, all these people aspire to get OUT of there, and somehow, I keep moving my diva self back down into the slums.
Homeless people, rats, drug dealers and prostitutes… Bring it on. I am not afraid. I can handle.
My sister and I lived in the Bottoms a year and it was relatively calm.
The only traumatic thing that happened occurred because I was trying to be some Christian vigilante. Seriously, there are rules to safety and I broke all of them.
I mentioned this incident briefly in my first post.
It was last fall and it was starting to get cold. There is a bridge on Sullivent that all the homeless people live under, and my friends and I had this great idea late one night to bring them blankets and just talk to them about God and stuff.
So a group of us started walking the 8 or so blocks to the bridge at about 11 at night.
Now for those of you thinking about moving to the ghetto let me just tell you a rule to live by. Nothing good happens outside at dark. Honestly. And no matter how great your intention, you should wait till the morning.
trust me.
Anyways, we get to the bridge and start talking to the homeless people. A car drove by once slowly, then turned around and came back and shot at us. I mean really pointed a gun out the window and shot. We all hit the ground and the most of my group ran like hell towards home while the car turned around and came back for a second round.
I on the other hand was not so smart. I did not run towards home. I was angry. Way angry. In fact I ran into the street and shouted all kinds of nastiness at the car driving away.
I was crying and I think I shouted something along the lines of “What kind of *stupid* *jerk* shots a *stupid* gun at homeless people. You are *really* ridiculous. That is *really* *not nice*. That is *really* wrong. Come back here you *stupid* cowards. “
I may not have used that exact wording but let me tell you I was MAD. My friends Brandon and Tim came to get me in the street. I think the dirty words spewing from my mouth scared them more then then the gun.
We made it home without incident but I learned some valuable lessons I will take to my new house.
First, 11pm is probably not the time for a young woman to be walking the streets downtown. I mean, unless you are trying to solicit someone, stay at home.
Second, Run AWAY from the gun and not towards it.
Third, homeless people are pretty resourceful. They usually have blankets already. They don’t need them at 11pm at night and trust me, at 11pm at night God is the LAST thing they want to talk about.
and lastly the right thing at the wrong time is the wrong thing.
seriously. thats wisdom people
