My shack was SHOT!

I was going to write a post about my adventures in shackitude, namely the 50 bazillion cars in front of the apartment building next door and the almost constant traffic. I think I’ll bypass all that for now, and cut a long story short. I wasn’t there–had left about an hour before–but there were shots, a police officer hit, and a hole in one of my windows that went straight through the curtain and straight into the opposite wall.