migth as well write about it

so i didnt want to say anythingbut like a couple of weeks ago I woke up and got my shit together--just like usual. But I had to go to class. So i bike down 33rd and there was all this police tape up around the apartment building tow doors down from my house. There were also a shit ton of cop cars. Now I figured someone got killed and went on m way.

I was right. Now, for soem reason being like "some kid prolly got knifed i his car the other night," and seei ng the story about how some guy was stabbed to death in his car down the less than a 100 feet form where oyu slept last night are two different things.

It's a really weird concept. Someone was killed right by you while you slept.

I've been reminded of this becuase today I was wlaking back from class and there was police tape up covering 33rd, at the intersection of 33rd and spring garden (aka the ghetto border, or the maginot line). And immediately i said, "fuck me not again." however it was jsut a car accidnet that was cleaned up by the time I got up there.

This whole thing was because I was reading some girl's blog about how broning finchley is. HAHA, how little western europeans know about the hardlife.