Sunday - A day for thanks and prayer
Sunday, November 4th, 2007
As a person living in the jungle, every Sunday I give thanks and pray. For an average blog reader like yourself, who doesn’t live in the ghetto, you don’t understand that Friday nights and Saturday nights are the most dangerous in the ghetto. Friday and Saturday nights are usually reserved for:
- gang initiations (when average joe wants to join gang a)
- gang retaliations (when gang b goes after average joe from gang a)
- drug deals (when gang a sells baby powder at the local gas station)
- drug parties (when gang a and gang b let bygones be bygones, and throw baby powder on each other)
- drive-by shootings (when gang b sobers up and shots gang a)
When I first moved to the jungle, I would be awaken to what I thought was rocks being thrown at my window by a long lost lover. Little did I know that they were gunshots. For example, last night, when I heard “3 rocks at my window,” I checked myself to make sure I wasn’t bleeding, then I checked my girlfriend, and then I climbed under my bed, woke my dogs up from their sleep and made sure no stray bullets got to them. When everyone is ok, I give the all clear, say a little prayer and go to sleep.