Every few months the police get busy. Helicopters hover overhead with spotlights lighting up the yard and the apartments across the street from us. The helicopter noise vibrates the house. Police car sirens scream as they grid through the neighborhood. I hear car engines rev like I only hear in the movies.
It’s still rare enough that I get excited and slightly scared when it happens. I feel like my previous domiciles were anesthetic and plastic compared to what I get now.
Listening: Murphy Bed-Mirah-You Think It’s Like This But Really It’s Like This
