I suppose it was only a matter of time until something like this happened. I'm only really surprised by the fact that I knew what was going on so far ahead of the actual fact.
The area between my house and Vincents is a small wooden pathway that runs beside my bed. Last night at about 2 AM, someone went running down the path and up the stairs to Vincent's house. I heard the distinct sound of a pack of Tic-Tacs shaking around in low-sagging pants; clattering around with every heavy step.
In a few moments, the Tic-Tacs rattled their way back down and out into the street. I waited for the gun shots calmly. There was no other reason for someone to run up and down those steps at that time of night.
And they came, eventually. About ten minutes later, two rapid pops signaled the firing of the weapon just outside our front door. Somewhere in the street. It may have been Vinvent, but the aftermath gave me pause in this assumption. I hurried to the front window and peeped out through the blinds. I saw Vincent in full ghetto regailia bumping fists with the wigger, and waving a carload of more wigger who were pulling out into the street.
The wigger then went to his car and pulled out a minorly shaken looking skinny black women. They entered ouor building, Wigger carrying what may have been a gun, exposed in his hand.
And nothing else happened. This was the most disturbing part for me. No cops. No phone calls. No lights on. No squealing tires. Just two live rounds fired off to scare someone, and no one seemed to notice.