Last weekend, we attended D.’s brother’s birthday party. We got there late cuz I was in New York. He lives in an area which I’d talked about before . D.’s brother is a resident at Johns Hopkins, and like many struggling students, he lives in the drug-infested hoods around the hospital. At any rate, we’d just rung the buzzer of his second story apartment, in a rowhome, when we heard five gunshots. The shots were a half-block away. We never saw a shooter or a victim, but it was clear...
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