Violence has been rearing its ugly head much more often lately, making things a lot dangerous for communities everywhere. Now I’m sure we all know about the recent incidences with involving the deaths of young teens getting shot in cold blood, the Ku Klux Klan arriving in St. Louis, and the robberies and destruction of public property caused by the upset, hate filled, citizens in Ferguson. Some people might be in their homes in shock; fearing for their lives that these events might end up effecting them as well. While on the other hand, some people might just see all of this as just a set of events that will end up blowing over soon enough. I, for one, am not the type of person to become phased by all of this since I don’t see this as anything new, but once your living room window is struck and shattered by a misfired round, covering the entire room with shattered glass and bullet shell fragments, and your sitting in the room right next to it, you begin to rethink your opinions. Now this isn’t the only think like this that has occurred recently in my presence. In fact, just last week, another guy, maybe only a year or two younger me was shot and killed at the end of my block, and the week before that, another guy, I believe 19 years old, was shot and killed in my back alley. It’s very unfortunate that I can even feel safe in my own home; then again do live in what people can call the hood, a very corrupted neighborhood where you hear gun shots all the time. Even so, it’s still very obvious that things are a lot worse that usual. To make matters worse, death isn’t occurring around me at home, but it’s begin to follow me while I’m out in the open. I was almost a victim of a drive by on my way home from work, luckily I had a gut feeling to leave the area as soon as possible, even before I heard the gun shots, but unfortunately, once I returned home, I learned that two women were laying on the ground, covered in a pool of