I hate my neighborhood.

I fucking hate my neighborhood.So glad I got a gun. Not glad my dumbass moved to such a shitty neighborhood to save money. I've called the cops 3 times in the past 12 months. First time was for a shooting. Five shots from a pistol, all aimed at some car that was driving off.Second time for some asshole blaring music from their car at 11pm. I could have went outside and asked him to stop, but I had a bad feeling about that guy. Which later turned out to be right.Third time was for some sort of fight/brawl. I was putting off folding my laundry and watching youtube videos. Then I start hearing yelling and fighting words. Usually that means My Music is Best Music Douche is yelling at his ex girlfriend over the phone. But tonight it meant that Mr. Hear My Drama was fighting some dude.I peeked through the blinds and see 2 dudes squared up, acting like they know how to guard. I step back and call 911 as I hear punches and cheering. Told them what was up. As I hang up, the aforementioned jackass starts yelling fighting words and telling somebody to get up. At this point I'm a little worried that somebody is who already out is going to get stomped on, so I peek again, but I see squat.Eventually the cops showed up, but not before all involved parties scatter.Should I have gotten involved and went outside? Fuck no, not my tribe, not my problem. Plus, nobody appeared to be on the verge of death.Should I get the fuck out of here? Damn straight. I'm leaving next week.I hope nobody saw me peeking through the blinds though. And if somebody did, they better hope I don't wake up. via /r/CCW http://ift.tt/2pmBvhT