Saturday, August 07, 2004 gangsta
People on the neighborhood message board have been telling me to go to the police with my information on the hit on the Brown Center. Unfortunately, I saw nothing. I heard gunshots and did not hang around to play Trixie Belden. "The Mystery of Why I Am Bleeding to Death on the Sidewalk." No-ho.
The accomplice I was walking with can confirm that the bullets came from a gun, and that the gun was being fired from inside a car.
Beyond that, I'm not about to get popped by the Preservationists as an informant. They are worse than that Northern VA machete gang. You don't get jumped in: you get volunteered in. It's unspeakable.
Poor ol' Brown Center. I guess it is a giant, tempting target, if you like shooting defenseless walls of glass. posted by Frenz | 8/07/2004 01:08:00 AM
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