This is the view from my loft. In the last three days, I've literally watched three people take their last breaths outside my window. I was writing an artist statement at my window on Sunday and heard the beginning of a crash on Dead Man's Curve and looked out the window just in time to see a man fly off his motorcycle and get cut in half by that light post. As you can see (#1), they didn't bother to even pick up the sheet where he died. Kiley and I woke up last night to about 15 gun shots that killed two men (#2 and #3). We watched the two murderers run down the street towards our window. They ditched the gun in the back of a pickup truck literally parked just below our window. At the moment of the shooting, there were two cop cars parked on the highway down there investigating that motorcycle accident scene. So two people were shot about 200 feet away from two cops. The cops had no idea. I was told there were 8 murders in Baltimore yesterday -- not including these two because these officially happened after midnight. They didn't even bother to clean up after their deaths. I guess there's no time for that. They're sadly too overworked.

The weird thing about all of this is that Kiley, Noah, and I were out to dinner on Saturday night and a conversation came up about how none of us has ever seen someone die out on the street. I've watched probably a hundred people die in my life, but never one out on the street. It's much different. So sad.