I was having a fairly normal day today. I woke up at 8am for a doctor's appointment. I had some blood taken for testing, and made an appointment for a PFT at the hospital. This afternoon I had lunch with Ricky at No Problemo (finally, a chicken burrito!) and then I spent a few hours (and a few dollars) at Baker Books. I spent the rest of my afternoon at home, reading and watching a Man vs. Wild marathon with my father.

Around 6pm, I heard fighting outside of my house. I live in a very poor part of my city, so this is nothing out of the ordinary. Of course, I chose to ignore it. About 10-20 minutes later, I heard a woman scream - out of the ordinary. I looked out of my window, but I couldn't see what was happening up the street. I put it out of my mind and decided to go back to watching television with my father. Another half hour to an hour later, my mother came home telling us that there were five or six cop cars outside and a news van.

Of course I decided to go outside, I'm curious! Two houses away from my own, three people were murdered. MURDERED! The house was taped off and news reporters were running around. I can't believe that I sat on my ass and ignored everything. I feel sick my stomach that someone 200 ft away from me was murdered while I sat on my couch and watched television.

This isn't the first time that there's been a murder on my street, but this is the first time that it has really affected me. I heard someone scream for help and I did nothing about it. I'm a terrible person.