After my plans fell through on Sunday I wound up over at the Laurelhurst Theater. Around midnight I headed downtown in search of Coco Puff-covered sweets but Voodoo Doughnut is apparently closed on Monday mornings. As I was headed up 3rd Avenue I noticed there were a lot of people on the streets. Isn't Sunday typically the quietest night of the week? Nevertheless, Vue had a long line out front.

An hour later automatic gunfire erupted a block away from the club. Over forty shots were fired. One man is dead and a teenager was wounded.

This is the closest I've come to being in the middle of a gang shooting but I don't think it's going to score me any street cred. Not to make light of a tragedy but I'm not the sort of person that indulges in soul-searching or a stint on the soap box after something like this. Plus, I was sixty minutes and block removed from the incident. I don't have the right do either.

This is the fifth shooting in the area since May. A cousin of mine was in H2O the night bullets flew past its front doors. I doubt she's going to give up on going downtown and I know I know I won't but maybe it's time to invest in a Kevlar t-shirt.