The demographics of Livermore are changing:
We have a newly established homeless population (our homeless population used to consist of the one guy who sat by Albertsons).
Our “gang issues” are growing exponentially.
Somebody was murdered in my complex last night.
Growing up, we left our front door and cars unlocked. I went jogging at midnight and thought nothing of it. I felt 100% safe in our little, friendly town.
Last night, I came home to a message from Kimberly’s mom on my answering machine. She told me that there was a murder in our complex. That her friend saw a body bag carried out, and the place was “crawling” with cops. I was frozen. I dialed my mom, I started to sob, and my hand seemed glued to the phone. I ran to my car (I was too scared to go upstairs), and drove to my mom’s house. She didn’t greet me with the love and comfort I expected. She didn’t try to talk to me about it, or sit with me. She refused to call the police to inquire. I was disappointed in her inability to offer me solace.
I drove back home and called Breanna. And Kimberly. Today, I talked to Jessica for a long time. Kevin called me and invited me to hang out with them tonight. Ed (Bre’s dad) called and left a message on my machine letting me know that I can always come over their house. Nana called, offended that I didn’t spend the night at her house last night.
Perhaps my mother’s lack of maternal instinct frustrates me, but I have exceptional friends.
We have a newly established homeless population (our homeless population used to consist of the one guy who sat by Albertsons).
Our “gang issues” are growing exponentially.
Somebody was murdered in my complex last night.
Growing up, we left our front door and cars unlocked. I went jogging at midnight and thought nothing of it. I felt 100% safe in our little, friendly town.
Last night, I came home to a message from Kimberly’s mom on my answering machine. She told me that there was a murder in our complex. That her friend saw a body bag carried out, and the place was “crawling” with cops. I was frozen. I dialed my mom, I started to sob, and my hand seemed glued to the phone. I ran to my car (I was too scared to go upstairs), and drove to my mom’s house. She didn’t greet me with the love and comfort I expected. She didn’t try to talk to me about it, or sit with me. She refused to call the police to inquire. I was disappointed in her inability to offer me solace.
I drove back home and called Breanna. And Kimberly. Today, I talked to Jessica for a long time. Kevin called me and invited me to hang out with them tonight. Ed (Bre’s dad) called and left a message on my machine letting me know that I can always come over their house. Nana called, offended that I didn’t spend the night at her house last night.
Perhaps my mother’s lack of maternal instinct frustrates me, but I have exceptional friends.
4 comments:
Oh Sherry, how I can count the numerous days that I have offered to teach you how to shoot a gun, or just give you a gun. Always know that I'm just a phone call away and that I will be glad to hurt anybody that you tell me to, or to just do a safety check on your house.
Deep down I was hoping you were going to come over and crawl into bed with me last night- we haven't cuddled in a long time. I love you-always have and always will.
wow. come stay with us in riverside. it's much safer. we live off madison.
there is barbed wire.
love ya!
-kimmy
Thanks, Bre and Jeff. Love you.
Kim,
Ha. When I first moved back up here, and I was looking for a place, my mother would comment on the "bad neighborhoods." I assured her that Livermore's "bad" didn't have anything on Riverside:) One of my favorite memories of freshman year was the first time I saw a search helicopter. I couldn't believe that they were actually looking for someone.
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