Late last night there was a lot of commotion outside.
In spite of the new, nearly soundproof windows, I heard yelling and screaming, on and off, for some time.
I also heard something that sounded like pops.
Half asleep, I thought, "I hope they're OK" and "Om shanti shanti shanti" and "Please don't wreck my car."
Today I spoke to Dorian Black, who lives next door and is also moving out tomorrow.
"Did you hear the gunshots last night?" he asked.
He was awake when it happened.
"There were four gunshots at 1:55am," he said.
Afterwords, he saw two guys running down the alley.
He did not hear the police come.
And we agreed that we are getting out while the gettin' is good.