Sounds like the old west.
I don't know about the 'old west', but it was certainly like the 'wild west'. It was just insane. When I went to work every day I felt like I had landed on a different planet.
One evening, I was sitting in my office, on the second floor front of my firehouse, talking with my wife on the phone while I was getting some paperwork done. From less than a block away I heard three shots fired: 'pop-pop-pop'...followed immediately by three much larger reports: 'BOOM-BOOM-BOOM'. I ended our conversation, slid the pole to the apparatus floor, and got on the fire engine. Less than a minute later, we were dispatched along with a medic unit for a shooting.
The guy with the rimfire connected: our victim had a trench across the bridge of his nose that you could have laid a .22 caliber bullet into. It passed right in front of him, just skimming his nose. That was the only injury.
Mother's Day, 2003, middle of the afternoon, we had a 22 year old with six 9mm bullets in the center of his chest. (We knew the caliber because the shell casings were all over the street.) We started CPR, helped the medics when they got there, and accompanied them to the Maryland Shock-Trauma Center downtown where, despite a valiant effort, the patient died.
When we returned to the scene to see if the police were ready to have us wash down the blood, we learned that the shooter was a 15 year old who was already wanted for another homicide...
This year so far in Baltimore, there have been more than 200 homicides, the vast majority of them shootings. There are also hundreds of other non-fatal shootings in Baltimore every year, this in a city of only 600,000.
I grew up in Baltimore, but can't stand to go there now. It's off the hook, and not getting any better...breaks my heart to have to say that, but it is what it is...

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