New Year’s Eve! Time to party!
Not me though. I’ll be hiding in my bedroom when midnight strikes. Call me crazy but the sounds of gunfire just outside my walls terrifies the hell out of me.
My wish for the New Year is to make enough money to move to a neighborhood that doesn’t turn into a war zone every year. It’s ridiculous.
The shooting starts around 10 pm and can last until 2 am. People anger me so much. It’s a waste of ammunition and someone could get killed. Not to mention, a certain amount of these gun wielding people are drunk as skunks. It’s not a comforting thought.
I want to drag a mattress to my bathroom so I can cower properly but my husband won’t let me. He is obviously not concerned with the safety of our family.