Wednesday, February 22, 2012

re: living in oakland


There was a shooting outside of our house the other night. I was settling in at about 11:30, when all of a sudden six gunshots went off right outside of our window. Both Patrick and Birdie were pretty unfazed by it all (very comforting) but I was spooked. I debated calling the cops but eventually convinced myself it wasn't gunshots. I turned on some funny TV show and went to sleep.

The next morning as I walked out with my bike to go to work, there were a few cop cars and a neighbor standing around. Some of the parked car's windows were shattered. The cops asked my a few questions and I felt very cool to be in on the investigation ("It was approximately 11:30 pm officer. There were exactly 6 shots fired. It sounded like a 9mm but really I just made that up.") Then I rode off and never heard more. Until last night when there was another one! Just a single shot this time, and I was the one who was asleep an unfazed. It sure is exciting living in Oakland sometimes.

This reminds me of the time I hit a car a couple months ago. I had never hit anyone before so it was a little stressful for me (did i mention p's car is the size of a boat?). I was pulling out of a parking lot on a Monday evening, turned out of the space too soon, and scraped the rear of the car next to me, right under the brake light.

It was a gold Buick LeSabre from the 90s. There were lots of other scratches on it. But I felt guilty and left a note on a scrap envelope telling them to call me if they wanted to settle it.

The next day I got a call from an unknown number. They didn't leave a message, and I was at work. But they called again and again. I assumed it was the owner of the Buick, but wanted to see where the number was from. I googled it, and clicked on the first link, and well... I had accidentally collided with the vehicle of a female escort. She had a sexy escort name. I guess I should have assumed so much with the gold Buick LeSabre?! She kept insisting I send her cash directly, but we eventually worked something out and she was actually quite nice.

That's the thing about this place. No matter how many shady experiences we have, this is our home and these are our neighbors. And I don't mind it one bit.

I hate that I love you Oakland. But I do. As long as I don't get shot. 

2 comments:

Jessica Laitinen said...

Oh my goodness, be safe!!!

About Me said...

What an adventure! xoxo