Two killed - inside a house - by one bullet from a high-powered rifle fired from 300 yards away by some idiot 'celebrating' on New Year's Eve! Gee, and when all the fireworks - and gunfire - started, I told a startled KitterRed kitty that there was nothing to worry about. I should have added, as long as we crawl around below window level.
On Christmas Eve, I had to call 911 (again) about the nutcases/drug-dealers across the street, for firing a gun 6 times. Having called 911 on them about every other month for the past 3 years, I'm pretty sure they weren't 'celebrating' anything.
How can you live without ever walking in front of any of your windows - or glass doors? Is it any wonder I now get nervous every time I walk past my kitchen window to pour myself a cup of coffee?
Some people might say I should have expected as much, considering I moved to this apartment over here in 'Taco Flats'. But hey, at least over here I'm behind an iron security fence, with state-of-the-art surveillance cameras all over the place; and, for the most part, I'm also behind two layers of brick & cinderblock walls, with electronic alarms on all the windows and doors. I didn't have any of that security at my last apartment - which was across the street from an exclusive enclave of million-dollar homes in oh-so-upscale unincorporated Littleton -- about a mile and a half from Columbine.
Remember the church shootings in Aurora recently? As far as I concerned, no matter what part of the city you're in, living in Denver sucks.
Enough's enough. At my earliest convenience, I'm moving back to God's country -- where practically everybody owns at least a half dozen guns, and hardly anybody ever gets shot by accident.