A night out on the town

So Lucy and I are heading out to dinner tonight and I hear Omar, the clerk at my liquor store across the street, yelling at someone. We run downstairs and he’s kicking a kid out of his store, which isn’t uncommon. Then all of a sudden, Omar is grabbing his arm, there’s a four person posse running to find a bat and Lucy is yelling that “he’s got a kniiiiife!”

I run across the street, call 911, Lucy is tending to Omar, giving him water and pressure and things. The four dudes are chasing the guy down the street as I dictate everything to the 911 operator. A cop cruiser ends up going the wrong way down one of the busiest streets in town to grab the dude and I head back to the store.

Apparently what happened was that a kid came in drunk and demanded some booze so Omar shooed him out, then the kid came back. He was acting super sketchy and then dropped a knife, picked it up and started waving it at Omar. Omar ducked so he wouldn’t get it in the neck and got hit in the arm. And then it progressed.

Fucking crazy.

I need a new damned apartment.

All this to say: Lucy lives in Oakland, one of the murder capitals of the USA and she never sees this shit.