Today I was walking home from work, listening to music
and not paying attention to anything. As I was taking a break at a bus stop,
a girl in a bus nearby started screaming. I looked back and saw
her pointing out the window, and I followed her stare. Out in an
unfenced yard were three guys. Two of them standing, one of them was on the ground bloody.
The taller of the two men had a baseball bat and was
about ready to smash it into his head again, when they realized a whole
busload of people were looking at them. As the bus driver radioed in the
10111 call, the other man, who hadnt been doing anything, took a pistol
out of his pocket and shot the guy in the head. At this point the whole
bus was in shock and glued to the morbid scene. The two men got into a
car and sped off. When I came home I was visibly shaken. I told my mom
what I had just seen. Then she got scared, she said "You're moving
with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Air." I whistled for a cab and when
it came near, the license plate said "Fresh" and it had dice in the
mirror. If anything I could say that this cab was rare but I thought
"Nah, forget it, Yo homes, to Bel-Air!" I pulled up to the house about
seven or eight and I yelled to the cabby, "Yo homes, smell ya later!" I
looked at my kingdom, I was finally there, to sit on my throne as the
prince of Bel-Air.

I made this account in 2014 for no special reason.

Now, end 2015, I'm here again; for no special reason