Last night was an interesting one for me. It was my birthday (I’m 30…yes, yes, I’m an old man), and Heather made a nice dinner for us. Afterwards, I was sitting down at the computer, surfing around and trying to find an air conditioner (to replace the one I dropped out our window last year). I was looking around at J&R, Best Buy, PC Richards, Sears and so on, when I started to hear an argument going on outside. As a jaded New Yorker, I learned long ago to tune that sort of thing out…it’s just part of the background noise of my life.
Anyway, I was continuing my search, when I heard four popping sounds. Specifically, it went like this: Pop! Pop! Pop-Pop!
Now, I’ve played a lot of video games, and I’ve seen a lot of movies, and I’ve watched an awful lot of documentaries…I know the difference between a fake (read: movie) gunshot and a real gunshot. This was definitely the latter.
If there was any doubt in my mind, when I looked out the window (which I was literally sitting right next to), I saw a guy stick a gun (clearly a pistol from my vantage point) down his pants and walk down sixth avenue.
There wasn’t any screaming, so I assume this guy didn’t actually shoot at a person, but rather into the air to scare whoever he was arguing with. I also figured he was arguing with the guy in the car that drove off in the opposite direction. All this excitement was followed a few seconds later by a Time Warner Cable van running through a red light…I think that guy was freaked out a little.
Never one to get overly emotional, I proceeded to walk into the bedroom to tell Heather that I had found the air conditioner I was looking for. Oh, and also that I heard someone firing a gun, then saw him put it in his pants, and I guess I should probably call the police. This is how I react to stuff like this, as I’ve learned over the years. It’s just the way I am.
In any event, I proceeded to call 911 and give a calm and collected statement on what I saw. I heard a siren not too long after that, so hopefully someone else saw this guy and they caught him.
You might think that this would freak me out about my neighborhood, but Park Slope isn’t what I would call a dicey place to live. As a homeowner I will admit to being a little disturbed, but not by a whole lot. I can’t help but think this was a rare incident, not a sign of things to come.
But it definitely was a little weird. Hopefully this is the last time I have to call 911 on my birthday. Unless it’s for alcohol poisoning, in which case I say party on.


