There was a murder right outside my work this morning. Two weeks ago someon tried to rob the bank downstairs. I love downtown.
Of course, I didn't hear any shots. This story isn't nearly as interesting as this one, but I'll take my excitement where I can get it, if by "excitement" you mean a murder occurring just feet from my work, just a few hours earlier.
Anyway, the guy was shot as he left the infamous Super Sexe last night. Serves him right, the fucking perv. That was God's wrath, that was. Actually, it was likely some criminal's wrath, as the victim was known to police. And even more surprisingly, I've never been there.
UPDATE: There's a huge pile of blood nearby that they couldn't clean up. Don't miss it!
Oh? It was a murder? I had to get out of the cab and walk because it was all blocked off and I told Jason someone better've died to inconvenience me so.
I kinda feel bad now.
The 12th murder so far this year in Montreal? Damn. In 2004, Chicago had 450 murders, and that is better than it was in 2003... (This is only city limits, not including the metro area.) Why oh why aren't Americans given refugee status in Canada?
"Why oh why aren't Americans given refugee status in Canada?" Because we want to keep the murder stats the way they are ;)
(I kid, I kid)
Love downtown. Any downtown. They're the same all over the world.
heh. Since when did you become all godly and wrathful?
Did they find any peach pits nearby?