holy crap

So last night, Marshall was listening to some music…and Tupac was on…and all of a sudden we hear “get down. get down on the ground” being yelled. I thought it was part of the song until I realized that it was a little too loud and sounded crazy real. So I looked out the window and there were all these cops running by. I went to the window in the kitchen and see this guy laying on the ground in handcuffs. Crazy. Later, a fire truck was here. Which I thought was kinda ridiculous. Can I get some freakin sleep?

Apparently, this guy that goes around flashing people lived here. In these apartments. Ewwwwww.

But he’s gone now so that’s good.

Ugh.