Today was a typical Saturday: I took my Mother to the grocery store and the post office. After lunch, I took her to the pharmacy and the library. Later, my Mother telephoned my brother. His wife is recuperating from an operation.

There was a murder, right across the street from my house. Not across the street and down the block. Right across from my house. I woke up at 1:00 am. I heard the sound of a car crashing into something. At the time, I didn't know what it hit. Then, I heard several gun shots, in rapid succession. I looked outside and saw what looked like an abandoned car in the parking lot of the convenience store. The hood was crumpled. I went back to sleep and woke up again at 3:00 am. This time, when I looked out the window, I saw four police cruisers, an ambulance, and a car belonging to a private security company. I still didn't know that there had been a killing. This afternoon, when I got home from work, it was on the news: a nineteen year old male had an argument with two other men, he rammed his car into their car, and they shot him multiple times, killing him.

Once again, a suicide-homicide bomber has targeted innocent civilians. This is barbaric.

On the fifteenth of this month, I wrote that I was going to work on fixing the archives feature on this site. I lied.