Bullets and Bloodclaats

According to police, nobody was hit, no arrests were made, and no weapons were recovered. Somehow, Munga and I headed for the back of the roller rink at the same time, and we chatted about the whole event.

"Pure fuckery is all it is," Munga said wearing dark aviator glasses despite the lack of light inside of the venue. "Mi no know why dem wan shoot up de bloodclaat place!" He wasn't the least bit worried about the shots, however, just angered that his show got cut short. When he asked me where the afterparty was and I couldn't help him, we both parted ways. The clouds were getting lighter outside, the sun was coming up, and I didn't want to stick around to see things get any more gully than they already were.