So, this happened in my neighborhood last night.
I’m not even going to touch if it was a good shoot or not. There’s not enough info.
My problem? I heard the gunfire and dismissed it. I thought my damn neighbors were shooting off fireworks again. I was pissed that I’d just managed to drift off when they lit them off. (I go to bed early because I get up early)
Except, there was that niggling in the back of my head that those were just a bit loud for fireworks. The part that said, maybe you should call the police. I ignored it. I went back to sleep. Then, I leave for work and the street is taped off and crammed with sheriff deputies, FDLE, and newsies.
I fucked up. I should have listened to that niggling part of my mind. It wouldn’t have mattered this time, but it would have set up the mental pathways if there is ever a next time.
My only comfort is that I’ve gained experience.
Good judgement comes from experience, and experience comes from bad judgement.
April 1, 2015 at 7:16 am
reminds me of when the PA system announced that everyone should leave the building, but instead, everyone just sat and looked around at each other as if we had no idea what to do. Immobilized.