That's me on the right -- several miles to the right.
I was halfway done working at an apartment complex in the poorest area of town when I heard what sounded like distant, muffled fireworks. I didn't think anything of it at the time, but as I finished my last order, a bunch of SUVs screeched into the parking lot. When the SUVs vomited out a bunch of cops, guns drawn, who then ran into another building in the complex -- that's when I decided I needed to go to my truck to get uh, a pen. After I got my pen, I remembered I needed to leave because I was uh, late for a haircut. I later found out on the news that I was in the direct vicinity of a drug-related shooting. So, yeah, I know what it sounds like to kill a man.
From a distance.
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With no involvement on my end beyond fleeing.
I've also seen so many dicks. Like, even if my favorite thing was seeing dicks, it would have lost its luster within my first year on the job. I once walked through a backyard to read a meter, and there was a couple sunbathing completely nude. They hadn't heard me knock or enter their backyard because they were both wearing headphones. I quietly read their meter and left without them ever knowing I was there.
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