Was out late for a concert. When my friend and I got out and started walking, we heard what sounded like 5 gunshots coming from the area we were going to. We turned around ran back to the street we were on and walked a different way. On the new route, an older black woman was going to the bus and told us go be careful out here. I wished her the same. It felt good knowing someone was looking out for my safety, even if they didn’t know me. I can’t really explain it but that interaction made me feel like a proud communist.

Also side note, when we turned around a white guy was walking by and asked if it was gunshots, we said not sure but not gonna check and he said “oh it’s gonna be a fun night” with a smile. Like he lived in the area and was used to it. Felt a bit of solidarity there too, in the sense that he reacted unexpectedly (not frantically calling the police or hysterically groveling over how bad the area is). It was like he was just integrated in the neighborhood enough to know how to navigate it.

I dunno. Maybe I’m reading to into it and just processing the weird night.