Lest I sound like I'm wringing my hands, let me assure you there were macabre jokes aplenty in the E.R. room, photos taken to document the pools of blood and the curious way the I.V. tubes complemented my tattoo work, hospital staff noting that blue scrubs probably weren't my preferred color, given the head to toe black of my clothes. Nothing like getting shot for a good laugh!
People often ask if the would-be robbers were caught. Well, no, and yet...they are caught in their own behavior, caught in a depraved existence. Obviously I know nothing about them, other than that they wore clean clothes, one had a fresh haircut and diamond stud earrings, they looked like they'd ransacked some parent's gun cabinet or perhaps the rifle was a Christmas present? And if they are caught by the police, what then? More people in prison, lives further degraded? I can only hope they were rattled enough to not try it again, though I fear that is wishful thinking. And sharing my tale of woe has revealed others' recent episodes of muggings and close calls, too often involving guns. I can't claim to understand what metaphysical storm has unleashed all this local violence, I puzzle over ways to counter it, I'm not coming up with many answers. Politicians may grandstand and pontificate, especially in the wake of the shootings in Arizona, but really that means nothing when you're on the street and someone has a gun pointed at your face.
So this is a plea then - a humble request for small financial donations for a bay area musician-type who's not sure how he'll pay his rent in the coming months, but more importantly a plea for everyone to take care of each other, keep eyes open and look out for friends and loved ones, find ways to make the streets safe or transport people safely through them. We shouldn't live in fear, but life is displaying too many reasons to be cautious.
Take care and best wishes to all,