Taking this blog awya from tucker max and toward soemthing else

While there has been more debauchery I want to talk about something else. Handguns. While there hadn't been much craziness when we first moved to the 600th block of 33rd st. Other than one time when a bunch of kid who hang at the corner across the street were almost arrested (handcuffed, int he cruiser and then let go)--things have changed recently. for one the sirens have become almsot constant--the other day was especially bad, smoke was int he air the day had sirens for hours and even a squadcar flying dow our street the wrong way. But while I'm used to the wail of sirens--i'm not used to this:

A few days ago we were chillin' on our porch with a dude who lives down the street on the 500 blcok who sells water ice out front with his mom. For those not from the PHila Tri-State region Water Ice is like Italian Ice. Anyway, we were talking about all sorts of shit--mind you this is jsut after we had watched a bunch of crackheads coming past us to the 700 block (we live on the border of the 600 and 700 block)and behind this apartment building to ge tteir shit. Back tot he story, we were talking to the guy who was telling us how his son was shot 13 times down the street by the barber shop, when we hear:

CLAP


CLAP

And then a few kids running up the street laughing. The dude says "Those were gunshots, I'm goin' down th estreet."
We went inside. Later we confirmed that there was no bodies. btu it shook us up. Yesterday my roomie Brosef said he heard a shot. And today, not an half hour ago I heard somemore shots.

The idea that kdis younger than me have loaded weapons and jokingly shoot them. Is no fun.

But I watched "Drop Dead Fred" Today so it's cool.