danger isn't any of my names

the other day, i witnessed gunfire from about 30 feet away. i have produced some drawings to help convey the drama.

i was atop a roof in nashville off of trinity lane. as you look upon the drawing you most certainly will find a blue dot labeled "Tim." for those of you who didn't know already, my name is tim. it is nice to meet you.

as i diligently worked on house A, i noticed a navy blue navigator (the blue square) creeping up the road in my direction. it moved slower and slower as it approached.

as he drove past the house, i noticed the man lower the window and raise a handgun. i then witnessed him pull back the top of the gun, making it ready to fire. (this happened on the x in front of house B).

when the driver reached the space just between houses A & X, he reached his gun out of the window and fired into the air. the gun let off a little smoke. it almost sounded like a cap gun. but it was definitely a real gun.

afterwords, i realized what had happened and began fighting crime. i leaped from the roof, chased down the car and gave the would-be assassins a firm talking to.

i told them of the dangers of firearms using the episode of beverly hills 90210 when david's friend that wore the cowboy hat accidentally shot himself in his father's office. he told me he loved 90210 and remembered the episode well. i asked him how he felt about the direction the series took over its lengthy run. he said that he missed the innocence of the first few seasons when brandon and brenda were just a couple of minnesotans trying to fit in the fast-moving world that was, and is, beverly hills.....90210. i concurred.

i told him to be more careful in the future and to think of his mother. he gave me a hearty hand shake and went about his business assuring me that he was going to pawn his gun and buy multiple bibles (he wanted various translations).

job well done, life saved and tragedy averted.

actually, i just went back to working all the while thinking: "someone almost shot me."