Woke up this morning to the sound of gun fire outside my bedroom window...again. Same as yesterday, and the day before that. Same as always actually. You see when you live in an urban war-zone, you sort of get used to this shit, come to expect it almost. It doesn't even phase you really. I mean, short of a god-damn grenade blowing up right on your front lawn, you learn to deem these things as natural occurences. You don't even give it a second thought really, just "Hell, another gun-shot, wonder if anyone got hit?" No big deal...
I have been living like this since I can remember. I never knew any different, so I guess that's why it doesn't bother me really. It should, but, it doesn't. Sad but true. Sad but true.