You heard the news. A psycho shot up a theater. A dozen people died, scores are wounded. The suspect's apartment is still rigged with booby traps. Here's how it affected me:
The theater - I have an annual pass, so that's my go-to theater. If I were to see a brand new movie, I'd see it there.
The suspect's apartment - Is literally 5 blocks from my house. I'm on 17th and Macon. He's on 17th and Peoria. I can stand on the corner and see the police presence the rest of the world is seeing on CNN.
The shooting - One of my co-workers didn't show up for work this morning. After thinking maybe he slept through his alarm, we got a call from his girlfriend. He got shot in the arm, got some shrapnel in the legs, and is currently in hospital recovering.
Consequently we were a man down and I was slammed pretty much all day. I wanted to blog about it and follow the developments in real time, but duty called.
Just know I'm alive, in one piece, and even if the dude's apartment blows up....unless it's a nuke, I'll just hear it.