Yesterday was a normal day. My roommates and I sat on our front porch doing normal Saturday afternoon things. We played guitar, grilled up some chicken, and tossed the frisbee. After the sun had sunk below the horizon, we heard them. Three gunshots, staccato and fast.

pop pop pop

We looked north on our street to where the sounds had come from, trying to see if they were gunshots or fireworks. That’s when I…