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So here’s a fun story.

Yesterday, I was over at Kay and DMX’s house helping her get ready for a barbecue that they were having later in the afternoon.

DMX was cleaning up in the backyard, Kay was laying on the couch with their new puppy, and RAM was playing in his room with the little boy next door, LJ.

I went into the bathroom, and just started doing my business, when I heard about five really loud, quick gunshots. I heard Kay yell at RAM to lay down on the floor in his room, and for some reason, I was peeing more than I had ever peed in my life, because I kept hearing shots, and kept peeing more. All I could think about was there were bullets flying outside Kay’s front door and my goddamn bladder was bottomless. Finally, I walked out of the bathroom and saw Kay laying on the floor in front of her couch. I ran into RAM’s room, and saw he and LJ laying on the floor, not really having any idea what was going on. I sat down with them, and I could still hear shooting.

I’m not going to lie, people - I was fucking SCARED. I had no idea what was going on, where exactly the shooting was happening… it was a frightening sound - one that I had never heard before. I was trying to be calm, because RAM and LJ were laying there staring at me, and RAM asked me, “Are we gonna be ok, T?”

“Yeah, we’ll be alright. This will be over soon, and then everything will be alright. Everything’s alright.” I just kept saying alright over and over.

The shooting had been going on for about four minutes. I heard DMX call 911 and told the operator that the shooting had happened at the cemetery across the street. Because of LA County BULLSHIT, the cemetery is part of LA county, and not the city Kay and DMX live in, (even though THE ENTIRE SURROUNDING AREA IS NOT) so she transferred him to the 911 dispatcher that handles that. Then there was an argument about who was going to respond to the call. This is the same type of bullshit that I have to deal with where I live. It’s silly, because gang fuckers are shooting at each other with no concern whatsoever for the people that live across the street, and police departments are fighting over who’s going to answer the call. It was maddening.

After it had stopped, and no one could see cars in the cemetery anymore, LJ’s mom (who is extremely agoraphobic, and won’t even drive a car) was in tears, because about ten minutes before all of it, RAM and LJ were running around in the front yard playing, and she didn’t know they had gone inside.

As scary as it was for me, the worst part of it was having to look into that little boy’s eyes and see the fear and confusion that was going through his mind, because at eight years old, most kids (hopefully) don’t have a grasp of the kind of truly awful shit that goes on in the world, and to see him have to deal with that just broke my heart a little.

This isn’t the first time there’s been shooting at the cemetery - there are thugs buried there, so it almost seems likely that at some point rival gang assholes are going to run into each other - but it’s the first time RAM’s been there for it (me, too), and there was so much of it.

This is the cemetery. I took this picture from Kay’s front yard.

I’m so tired of this. I’m tired of all of it.

Now I’m going to leave you all with a reminder that there are still things so sweet and precious in the world that you just want to crap out a rainbow because it’s so adorable.

This is Sam, Kay and DMX’s new puppy, and I am in love.