bethb's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- at 4:33 am Last night, at 4:33 am, i was reminded of the main reason i don't like living in a city. Last night, at 4:33 am, i was awoken to the chop-chop-chop chop-chop-whirl-thresh-thresh-chop-chop-whirl of a police helicopter with it's search light in full effect, glancing off my walls. Last night, at 4:33 am, i looked out my window and saw a sickening remainder of what you stumble across when a crime is still fresh from the happening. I don't like seeing those helicopters because of what they signify. Crime. Possible injury to others. General bad-ness I always think of my corner of the hill as this beaver cleaver neighborhood. I know my neighbors, i know their dogs, they know my cat, we all wave and have pot luck dinners. I'm 27 for chrissakes. And i go to pot luck dinners. And i'm always the youngest. But The helicopter shows me that my neighborhood is not invincible. It can be penetrated by people who don't give a fuck that i work, sometimes, 14 hours a day for what i have. they don't care about people other than themselves. i wonder what happened. i hope no one was hurt. 22:31:25 - 2000-08-01 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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