It was probably 12:30, 1am, something like that. I wandered into the kitchen, and some creeps outside are being loud, nothing out of the ordinary.
But it turned, real sudden-like.
The yelling became louder, and I could hear, clearly, the unmistakable sound of fists on ribs. Then a bottle breaks on the pavement, but this is only a peripheral noise. The fight continues, as if breaking glass were its soundtrack.
Then it stops, as suddenly as it had begun.
I went in to the bedroom, to check on the wife, walked back out & the cops were already pulling up, though the fight was now over, and only two participants lingered, one of whom was, miraculously, not even smart enough to grasp that going to pick up your shit, which is laying on the sidewalk, is better left for later, even as the cop is yelling behind him "STOP! STOP!"
"I've got to pick up my stuff off the ground"
"STOP!"
I swear to fucking god, all I could think was Don't get fucking shot in front of my apartment.
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