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Shooting In My Hood

Todd, Chad, and I decided to pick up something to eat after we had delivered sleeping bags to the homeless. So, we went to Zaxby’s. We were complaining about the fact that the folks at Zaxby’s were taking forever to get our food. But, it may have kept us from being right in the middle of a pretty dangerous event.

My house is in a very safe neighborhood. It is very quiet. My house is nestled up against Monte Sano Mountain. It’s actually one of the safest places I have ever lived. We never really have any excitement. We made up for it tonight.

Todd, Chad, and I decided to bring the food to my house. As we were pulling into the subdivision, we noticed that a police car was in front of us. We thought that he had clocked someone speeding. We followed him into the subdivision. He turned onto Hollington Drive, the road that goes to my house. He stopped at a house about fifteen down from mine. I rolled down the window when we passed slowly by the house. A woman was sitting on the front porch screaming and crying. We parked the car at my house and walked back down. We realized that there was a man lying still and lifeless on the porch. By now, a multitude of cop cars and first responders were everywhere. They were taping off the crime scene. News crews began to show up as well as detectives and others. The man was dead, the glass door just behind him shattered were the bullet had passed through his head. It was a gruesome sight.

Some relatives had arrived and the scene got more volatile. A man leaped from the truck and ran toward the house. The police intercepted him. He then walked over to the police care that held the lady we first saw screaming and crying. He asked her who did it. She evidently told him. He called a man’s name. I am not going to say until he is tried. He ran to his truck. He said that he was going to find this man. The cops immediately detained him on the scene. They didn’t arrest him. They calmed him down. There was a lady and a young man with this gentleman. The young man, about ten, was horribly distraught. I walked over, spoke to the lady and the little guy. I attempted to help them get their thoughts under control. They were in severe shock.

The news crews had arrived on the scene at this point. It looked like a typical crime scene by now, lights flashing and people scurrying around. We decided to go back to my house. There was nothing that we could do.

I gather that two cars were involved. The police are looking for a person of interests. There was white Monte Carlo used. I believe that the shot came from the car when the man walked out onto the porch. He fell down dead.

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