2003-07-26 - 2:20 a.m.
After a nice, relaxing evening of weaving and beading hemp jewelry, I took a shower and went to bed. A few minutes after my head hit the pillow, I was startled by the piercing scream of a woman yelling bloody murder. It�s a Friday night, and I figured it must be a partygoer fucking around, but I began to rethink this as the screaming continued. I became alarmed when I heard someone run by my window saying �Someone�s been killed.� I looked out the window and asked the runner if I should call 911. Without missing a beat he told me I should. As more people hurried down the sidewalk to see if they could help, I was on the phone with the 911 operator. While she was asking me questions, I overheard the woman that had been screaming say �my boyfriend just beat the living shit out of me.� I relayed this information to the operator and, after she told me that they would send someone over, hung up. By this time, a group of about nine or ten people were clustered around the woman, making sure that everything was alright. The lady must not have had all of the living shit beat out of her, as the crowd quickly began to disperse. Pretty soon everyone was gone, including the woman. It�s now twenty minutes since I called 911 and still no cops, fire trucks or ambulances have shown up. Wonder if it would have been different if I lived in a better neighborhood?