Lately

I haven't yet utilized this new venting tool... this must therefore be my first go at it..

At a party Friday night... a going away event for a woman moving to Berkeley for law school. I mention this only so as to define the party's attendees. Educated, liberal... you're able to complete the rest of the stereotypes. It was a good time.. drinking, talking, learning to skateboard in the street.

A van drove by... rather quickly.. we heard gun shots and a pregnant woman walking on the sidewalk was shot and killed less than a block away. She had no connection to the killers. She was simply in the wrong place at the wrong time.

We left shortly after the police came and headed down to a club where we no longer felt like dancing, but as this incident won't be told to most people - I felt it necessary to get it down in writing. This occurrs, everywhere. And there is no protection.

I am not immortal. I've been aware of this fact for much too long and it has affected a great deal of my actions. I was hoping that after last year, my sense of life security would increase. It hasn't and it won't. But one must learn to enjoy the risks of life even without the presence of a net.