Fiction.

This mob, while obviously insane with anger, is also LOUD. Like. Really. Loud. Remember that anti-smoking commercial where the guy sings a snappy tune through his stoma? Imagine about forty of that guy — but more gurgly, and you’ll start to get an idea of what my neighborhood’s theme song is of late. Gurgle Gurg Gurgy-Gurg Gurgy Gurg-Gurg! Suffice to say: we didn’t sleep much.

We decided to spend the night in the office so we could try and keep an eye on things outside. A couple hours after the sun set, as we tried to sleep, someone or something broke out the window on our front door. The dogs went insane (again mostly Shooter) — which didn’t help things. The next four or five hours were filled with methodical scratching and banging punctuated by occasional gurgling. Over and over and over again. We had stacked most of our junk against the windows not the front door and were just starting to make plans for a mid-night escape when everything stopped.

Then someone outside screamed.

After that it was pretty quiet. We actually got a couple hours of sleep. After I woke up, early this morning, I got onto the roof to check things out. Unlucky for us, the only roof access in our house is to take a ladder out on the porch roof. Lucky for us, we got the ladder out of the shed about six months ago and never put it back. That’s how we roll.

I can just see into Carytown from the northeast corner of the roof. There are a couple hundred people congregated at Cary and Sheppard. Glass and Powder’s been looted and it looks like it might be on fire. I’m pretty sure there are three bodies in a neat pile at the bus stop. One of them looks like it’s wearing a Saint Benedict School uniform.

We can’t stay here. Not after last night. I don’t know what we are going to do but it for sure isn’t stay here completely at the mercy of the Gurglies.

Also, thanks for the concern posted in the comments. We are ok thus far and doing our best. I encourage everyone to stay in their houses — upstairs if you’ve got ‘em. As for calling the police I’m sure you know by now that the lines are down. Not only are all the lines down but I haven’t seen a single cop (and they are usually copious in our neighborhood) since this all began. As for guns — which cops have — we don’t own any. I’m not anti-gun; they just scare me. Right now I’m reconsidering.

BTW, has anyone heard from Justin? I haven’t since his post last night. I can’t imagine driving home during all of this.