I survived the night in Pender Creek

This morning finds our neighborhood cordoned off and crawling with cops. And that is a dead man lying on the ground directly behind our apartment. The cops say that there was a 'shooting'. Damn-skippy! We call that murder.

We aren't in Kansas, anymore. . .

In fact, fuck this! We're going to the beach!

(check deviathan for details, after all, she's the journalist)