It is about 2:00 AM. I just heard the first gun shot in my otherwise quiet neighborhood. This is very surreal. The last time I lived in an area where there were gun shots, they were from hunters tracking dear or other game. The time before that was when I lived in Durham. I rented an apartment one block off of Duke’s East Campus. Onslow Street. The first place I rented after graduation....
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