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Beth: Were those gunshots?
Stanley: Nah, no way. Those were just some leftover firecrackers. I used to hear gunshots in Chicago. It's more of a "crack, crack, crack" than a "boom, bang, boom."
[Twenty minutes pass; Stanley leaves on his bike and turns the corner to find a lightshow of blue police lights ricocheting off the houses and gawkers.]
Stanley: Did something happen?
Gawker: Um, yeah.
Stanley: Oh. Um. Something bad?
Gawker: Somebody got shot.
UPDATE: "gunshot wound to the foot." Oddly, a comforting phrase...
Stanley: Nah, no way. Those were just some leftover firecrackers. I used to hear gunshots in Chicago. It's more of a "crack, crack, crack" than a "boom, bang, boom."
[Twenty minutes pass; Stanley leaves on his bike and turns the corner to find a lightshow of blue police lights ricocheting off the houses and gawkers.]
Stanley: Did something happen?
Gawker: Um, yeah.
Stanley: Oh. Um. Something bad?
Gawker: Somebody got shot.
UPDATE: "gunshot wound to the foot." Oddly, a comforting phrase...
posted by Stanley at 04:33
3 Comments:
maybe what you used to hear in chicago were firecrackers, and your pops was just tryin to scare ya...
Stanley's pops is too sweet of a guy to lie to his kid.
"I'd give you a hand, but it's the only one I've got!"
dang. I went a lookin' fer that der article (or whatere' I could find) and didn't find it. but i'm glad you put those Virginia research skills to work, Stanlito, and procured that news story fer me.
yar.
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