While participating in the monthly Critical Mass Bicycle Ride, I heard some fireworks. And then I nearly got run over by a speeding car. And then I realized the speeding car may have thrown the fireworks. And then I realized that they were probably gunshots. And then I saw a man bleeding to death in the ditch. And then a woman wailed for her 17-year-old son. And then the cops came. And then they put yellow tape up. And then I left. And then I saw kids eating ice cream two blocks away, oblivious to what had just happened. And then I went to Ms. Mae’s and drank a PBR. And then I went home and went to bed.
New Orleans, Louisiana. 8.26.2011.
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