So last night there was a gang war in front of our house. Literally.
We didn't know it, but evidently the ex-girlfriend and son of one of the main gang leaders in Minneapolis live across the street and up a house from us.
Someone decided that it was time Mr. Gang Leader got got, and staked out his ex's house until he showed.
A car chase ensued down the street with both parties firing guns out of the cars at each other. Mr. Gang Leader crashed into a parked car about half a block down, bailed, and ran back to his ex-girlfriend's. The assassins squealed out in reverse after him, but failed to get the job done.
In the aftermath, Mr. Gang Leader smartly ditched his gun, so the police weren't able to charge him with anything. I guess almost getting got isn't a crime, so they need his weapon (which they found casings from and have plenty of witnesses saying he fired) to take any action.
Earlier in the evening our doorbell rang, and when I answered it a gentleman who clearly didn't want to actually speak to us was walking away. He greeted me with a "Sorry, wrong house." Not sure whether they were searching for the right house, or just seeing what potential witnesses are home, but it was strange to potentially talk to one of the participants face-to-face.
A word of advice to Mr. Gang Leader: Now that they know where your ex lives, don't go there again. Do it for yourself. And if not for you, do it for me and my wife who is five months pregnant. Neither of us are interested in getting caught in the crossfire.
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