Somebody on my floor got good and sick and tired of something about four a.m. this morning. Four quick shots, pistol shots, and then somebody yells, "Shut The Fuck Up!!!"
I hoped that he wasn't outside my apartment yelling about my snoring.
It was way down the hall though. After the first excitement I heard them arguing, bold, I thought, to argue with a guy with a pistol, especially when he's right, it's four o'clock and you should shut the fuck up.