Bryan Clark

Just woke up 5 gunshots somewhere outside my window and tires screeching, some kind of drive by? Every time a gun goes off around here you can hear the police cars all converging on my neighborhood. From almost a mile away the sirens go on and you can see the lights flashing as they twist and turn their way to Area 4 (aka gansta’s paradise).

Reading up on the situation this weekend I found that there is possibly a gang of the infamous Bloods [w] who have moved into my neighborhood. Well they’ve actually always been here, but got along nicely until a recent war started with other gangs across the river. The Mayor Kenneth Reeves decided to call these gangs wusses as there is obviously no way harvard and MIT educated gangs could stack up to his old detroit gangs.

So there’s been a curfew on the nearby park where I walk my dog, which just means if I’m late to take my dog out I have to walk down to the other dog park off sidney street instead of the one close by. More jobs, less gangs; I’m not really sure how that’s going to work but something is better than useless debate over what city cambridge is more like.

I’m really hoping that walking a bad ass looking pitt bull with clipped ears will make anyone think twice about shooting me (knock on wood) in my park even though my dog in all reality is a big baby in a mean looking body. Perhaps this should be my last year in this apartment…