[m21sniper]

And the front of my house is a crime scene in progress.

There's a crashed Bonneville that has taken out about 4 parked cars. I walk up and the first thing i notice is no skid marks. My neighbors car is totalled (actually several neighbors cars are totalled). I look in the Bonneville and the guy is big time gargling from fluid in his lungs. I knew he'd had it. I didn't even bother trying to administer first aid. (he stopped gargling seconds later, there was nothing to be done) Air bags are deployed and the guys face is unscathed and the passenger compartment is fully intact, so i'm wondering how he got a punctured lung.

Guy is dead before the paramedics arrive several minutes later, and the cops don't show up for another 10 minutes after. So the paramedics do their thing and pull him from the car. After they've got him out i approach one of them.

"Drunk?" I ask.

"Dead," the paramedic responds. "Shot in the gut."

Sure enough i look in to the car(without touching anything) and there is a single 9mm shell casing on the drivers seat. That explains why there's no skid marks either- the brotha(he was a young black guy- very hip hop in appearance) had apparently blacked out from blood loss. Cops next explain that there'd been a shooting 3 city blocks away at a local tavern just before the crash.

So in the amount of time it took this guy to drive 3 blocks at an apparently high rate of speed he drowned on his own fluids from a single 9mm shot to the belly. What an unlucky bastard.

As i type this there are swarms of cops outside my front window taping off the block.

That's the third man made corpse i've seen on my street since i moved in 3 years ago. Just another day in the big city, and i'm glad it wasn't me.