and more words without pictures what's up with that, i aint gonna read these,  shit.

somebody was shot in front of copp's house last night. the policewoman said it wasn't random violence, and that most of these guys with guns are poor shots, the guy lived. that's not reassuring. it's like our drone strikes. tell the neighbors it wasn't random, we were aiming for your neighbors, you know the bad guys, these drones just aren't very good shots, your dead are merely casualties, collateral damage, you know, it's this terror war, this war on terror.

my sister said don't have any confrontations, someone may turn and shoot you in the face. but my confrontations are with professors nit and good distracted neighbors who might casually run you over or excoriate you for having illicit joy with a dog. they usually pack no more heat than fetid academic breath.

shit, we are a culture that makes and exports and profits hugely by violence, we sell the guns in the city and around the world. we must really really hate life.

it is an exquisitely beautiful day. i don't mind sitting on the shut library steps where the homeless pee. but oh god in heaven replaced by progress i mind acutely the violence of my species.

post script. the details expand in the mind like a hollow point. they said a blast to the face, they said three shots. i spoke with a no nonsense gentleman living directly off the alley where it started and he said they were two old guys like us (him and me), two friends from the building down the street arguing. guns are so easy, ubiquitous, that a simple argument can be deadly. but the bullet just grazed his cheek. i was in the middle of a conversation about copp's bad behavior with diesel, which led to the talk of the shooting, and the love of violence in america. we allow the merchants of destruction to feed our sickest desires and neglect our souls, we pump the pap of violence into our children as entertainment and pump the guns into the streets. we have made an angry futile world where life has little value, and we are surprised it happens on our street.