That same night…in NYC…some girl was murdered on the Lower East Side and
the shooting happened right in my neighborhood. Literally.
Clinton and Rivington. I’m not even going to tell you how close that is to my job or how close that is to where I’m living these days. And the “thugs” that the NY Post refers to probably live in my building. I’m feeling vulnerable, vulnerable like I did a certain time a few Septembers ago when everyone thought the world was coming to an end.
Here one day and gone the next. Shot in the chest. Surrounded by friends and fiances. Is that anyway to die?
Shit. No one should be allowed to chose when someone else should die. Not by gun. Not by knife. Not by anything unless of course there’s a living will that says if you’re really sick and in pain you have the right to go.
Okay, enough death talk…Like I said, I’m freaking out…