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I was all in the fucking zone.
- Shit, I was typing out this damn outline in this notebook program on this MacBook.
- My thoughts were flowing and shit, despite the arguing coming in thru the window.
- I had this smooth ass Goapele station playing and last.fm
- Then, my shit got all the way fucked up
Somebody yelled about some bricks and then I heard the gunshot. It was like a fucking silencer, everything got quiet as hell.
- I turned the music off
- put the laptop on mute
- and stopped typing (ya’ll know the keys are loud)
And now, I can’t write. My nerves are fucking frayed. I’m not hood, I’m not built for this shit. I should have stayed my ass in the damn suburbs.
Anyway, Camden is supposedly in a fucking state-of-emergency. Where the fuck is the National Gaurd?
