Thrifty Words 100 Challenge #76: Blank — Three shootings in my neighborhood this summer.
A drug deal gone bad.
Revenge, probably.
And Sunday, Patrick* from Ghana.** He’d knock on my door, drunk.
“Teach me to drive.”
“My wife tells me I smell like shit.”
“I was a surgeon, in Africa. Look at my hands!”
“Like my jacket? $20, it’s yours.”
Yelling, drunken…