"YOU"RE GOING TO GET SHOT!"

Damn, what a night. So, I wake up to angry shouting going on in my back alley at about 2 am last night. I see a streak of a figure dart from the alley into the open basement of the building across the lot followed closely by no less than seven Toronto police officers, some repeatedly shouting at the top of their lungs, "STOP! YOU'RE GOING TO GET SHOT!" They all disappear into the building and 2 more cruisers race into the alley. When I say race, I mean they are fucking standing on it. The officers clear the basement and decide that the suspect has fled through the front of the building. They all rush out of the basement and 3 dodge around to the front on foot while 2 others each take a cruiser to pursue. It is a one way alley. So when the cruisers race out, this time its backwards. We're talking fast. At least, fast in terms of racing a full size sedan backwards through an alleyway no wider than a garbage truck. It was really creepy to hear all this, peering over the ledge of my window, listening to shouting, threats of gunfire, and racing motors with no sirens both in front of me and in the distance. I was nauseous. I was frightened too. Mostly because (and LSD can probably back me up here after what he witnessed) had this been anywhere in Michigan, wether it was the inner city, the burbs, or some whacked out militia job in the bush, the exchange of gunfire would have been far more probable. I hope the suspect was captured. My cracked out neighborhood has enough problems. As I calmed down I asked the Universe to be with the enforcement team outside my window. I don't particularly get enthusiastic about a police presence but I am far less excited about dangerous assailants using my neighborhood for whatever they are doing to contribute to the decay of western society. So, Godspeed, fellas.