shots fired

Last night somebody took a shot at Jamie and I. We were walking down the street when suddenly we heard the sound of gunfire coming from an automatic weapon. We looked over to our right only to see a car whose passenger was hanging out of the window holding a high powered rifle of some sort. It took us a second to figure out what had happened and, after gaining our composure, we noticed the splatter of red paint all around us. Somehow the guy had missed us with his paint gun and we were able to walk without flinching, much, I’m sure, to the complete disappointment of the gunman and driver. In America we learn to aim a gun at the age of five. Happy Halloween and kiss my red, white and blue…

That is all.