Weary of it today...

Last night, i was sitting on the front porch of Missioner's House talking to a friend on the phone. it was raining (it IS hurricane season) and night time. The power had been out for about half an hour all along the valley, and i was just sitting and enjoying the rain in this really strange light.
The rain stops, and I see a guy walking up the street and turn to look at him just as he raises his arm in the air and fires off three shots from the gun I had not seen. He was about 25 ft from me, i could see the orange glow of the muzzle fire, feel the sound waves from the shots, but hardly see anything. So i stand up and walk straight into the house. Within 10 minutes, i hear shots fired from three other parts of Charlotte Amalie.
So this whole thing was pretty good, actually. I learned that when i hear those gunshots, it might just be young guys unleashing a couple rounds just to feel like a badass? It's a whole tougher culture, and one that is so much better than the incessant talking and doing nothing from Ohio.
needless to say, with the power being out and the gunfire, that i didn't sleep much, and haven't done too much today at all...