That's it, metal detectors for poker tonight. Patdowns will cost you extra.

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how much for a patdown with a happy ending?

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Dude! Have you entered the gun-filled twilight zone or what?

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I dunno... but its certainly exciting... now if I see another incident in my vicinity tomorrow, its gonna start to really freak me out.

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Dude, you are totally not allowed to come over until this gun thing settles down!

(We are NOT getting bullet holes in the Mercedes...)

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dude... are you kidding? A Mercedes with bullet holes? That would be so gangsta! Chicks dig gangsters. Well, maybe not chicks... but certainly dames and broads do.

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get a bulletproof vest. shooting incidents always come in threes.

or was that witches?

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damn... see now I totally don't care about the bullets anymore. I want to see some witches! that'd be awesome!

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A pellet gun? How anticlimactic. There's no way you're getting on the news now.

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yeah, I'm sad... *sigh* maybe tomorrow someone will be wandering through downtown with a thermal nuclear device, and I can get all jack bauer on them.

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You should've taken it to the rooftops, slacker.

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same problem as yesterday... no convenient telephone booths to change in...

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Damn.

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I need to get me some of that lynda carter spinning action...

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Ha! I work in 625 Stanwix. Today was my day off though. I missed it.

We should totally do lunch sometime. I don't think I've seen you in at least 2 years.

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hmmm... well... uh... who is this?

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And still no TV coverage for you?

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nope... mother fuckers...

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When I heard this on the national news, first thing I said was “...sigh... I hope Chris wasn't around this one.” I was relieved when I heard it was a pellet gun toting pigeon shooting dude. See? THAT'S why I can't move to Pittsburgh, way too many small caliber shootings! Man, I'd have to buy myself a B-B gun.

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Oh please... you live 3 blocks from the Lorain projects... someone is probably shooting someone else RIGHT NOW!

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True, true, but that's normal for here. That's why we have the steel 'ghetto' storm doors; gotta keep the thugs outside. Surely you remember Grandma's 'Duck & Cover' routine. You have to pay some price for free housing.

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actually, I don't remember her doing duck & cover. Refresh my memory?

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She had several versions. One was, at the 1st sign of a storm, we all had to 'escape' to the basement. I'm not sure what good that would do, except in the case of a tornado, but EVERY storm was a potential tornado to her. However, the version I was referring to was, at the sound of a gunshot - or firecracker - or backfiring car, she hit the floor and yelled for everybody else to do the same. Grandpa, of course, would just look at her and roll his eyes as though she had completely lost her mind 'this time'. I think her theory was that bullets don't go through walls beneath the window line. Or maybe she just watched too many WWII movies of guys crawling on their bellies just under the line of fire. Because that line would obviously be about the same height as the bottom of the window. Grandma Logic... I'm gonna develop me some of that.

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Well. I hope the rest of your week will be 100% gun-free! Keep us posted...

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nah, the rest of the week was sadly uneventful. I was hoping to start a new career in vigilante crimefighting too...

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