The first few months I lived in Atlanta I lived in Decatur, which was like a 45 minute drive from school in traffic. Atlanta almost always has traffic. I tried taking public transportation for a while, but it kind of sucked so I drove until my lease on the apartment ran out, and I rented a house with some friendly classmates. Then we moved to Centennial Park Apartments.

Now, it's important to realize that EVERYWHERE I lived in Atlanta, at night (particularly on weekends) there would be gunshots. It was just how it was. My roommate got married and I thought I would have to get my own place, but no... they wanted the extra help with bills and invited me to rent a house further out. I had no problem with that and took them up on the offer. An up-and-coming neighborhood, not really gentrification in the strictest sense, because the ethnic nature of the neighborhood wasn't changing much, though the average person there was owning or renting a newish home.

So I'm walking Donny one Sunday morning thinking about how much safer the new neighborhood is, and suddenly gunfire ERUPTS, dozens and dozens of shots, very rapid fire, and closer than I'm accustomed to. Sounded like automatic fire. I'm thinking, holy sh!t, there's a gang war just through those trees.

Turns out we'd moved about 1 mile away from the The Atlanta Public Safety Training Center, now known as Cop City. They were training on the gun range there.