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[literaryartist]

A swath of blood is smeared across the door to my apartment building where the medics escorted my neighbor after the police shot him for resisting arrest. Despite a restraining order, he returned at 1:30 a.m. in an angry mood to demand custody of his daughter from the ex-girlfriend who fled her apartment to make a frantic phone call to the police

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[cpcliff]

Merry fucking Christmas to the family next door.

Yesterday afternoon, as I was bringing in groceries, I could hear through an open window a domestic dispute taking place across the street. Lots of yelling, but thankfully none of the truly frantic shrill yelling that follows being hit.

It's easy to feign deafness when there is just a little argument. Less so when somebody's being injured.

[literaryartist]

The merriest of Christmases for their small daughter, I'm sure.

It's strange how we're conditioned to look elsewhere and pretend that we don't hear altercations. Behind the veneer of cultural politeness, are we preventing the conflict from escalating by keeping ourselves uninvolved, or are we perpetuating the conflict by signaling that we accept their social disruption without consequence? Maybe I'm reading too much into it.

[masteracoustics]

Time to move to SF.

We're all waiting...

[literaryartist]

The only thing keeping me here is grad school. Once I get my degree I'll have enough saved that I'll be able to make the transition comfortably... Or, I might be spontaneous and just leave it behind.