A young man was shot and killed an hour ago. I called it in when the gun fire ended, when I got to my front window to peak between the curtains. His lifeless body is laying at my front door. I heard first responders pronounce, wounds to the head and chest before the patrol cars and detectives arrived. The yellow tape is wrapped around the corner.

Twenty minutes before this ruckus I was out with my walker for my daily constitutional. God takes care of fools and babes, ibn told. So I am confused.