Where I live now it’s quiet at night no cars, no
sirens, only occasional shooting usually my own.
Sometimes I even sleep with my door open,
you couldn’t do that where I lived before,
do you know how creepy it is to see your door knob turning
as someone tries it?
Had enough of it.
Hah! That was Gwinnett in 1987. No more—AND I have to live with Hank Johnson.