Tonight, the reality of residing in Hell demanded my attention. I hear frightening sounds of an altercation that is too close for comfort. I stand up, grab my phone off the table, and prepare to dial 911 emergency. My anxiety escalates as the commotion outside does. I listen for the gun fire I have learned to expect in these situations.
My hands start shaking when the gun shots go off in rapid succession, three shots, seconds later, four more. I press the numbers 911 on the screen. A woman on the other end asks, "What is your emergency? " Quickly, I speak, "corner of Madison and Denver… a woman was screaming… then gunfire… seven shots, hurry." She relies, "They are on their way."
True to my curious nature, I venture out into the back yard;