Today I had to work on my part-time job at a couple of outlets in the mall. And guess what? I didn’t think once about someone going all what some folks around these parts call “hay-war” and getting shot. It seems more likely that would happen back around where I live. Especially since the local constabulary doesn’t break any speed records getting to where I live when something happens there. I called 9-1-1 last night because some loud-ass sisters were getting into it and I couldn’t abide by having bullets invade my living spaces. It was all way over with by the times our boys in blue got there. I really don’t think our local Five-Oh gives a s**t about us there at the motel. I could be wrong. But I don’t think so.