The Midnight Gun Fight

In October, Joe and I briefly woke up in the middle of the night to the sound of a scuffle behind our building. Now I've mentioned before that we live behind a lovely neighborhood establishment we'll continue to refer to as the "Ruby Hotel." There are frequent bar fights here, so we generally just ignore the noise, roll over, and go back to sleep. Par for the course. 

Well, on this particular night, my sister and her husband had arrived home from their honeymoon at 1am. They heard the scuffle too, but since they lived on the first floor, they had a better view of the situation. Apparently sometime between midnight and 1am, there had been a little gunfight outside of the Ruby Hotel. My sister's welcome home from your honeymoon surprise was a guy who had just been shot climbing over the fence and into our backyard, moaning. Because you know, he'd just been shot. (At this point they decided it was probably a good idea for them to get off the porch and away from the windows.) Minutes later, the backyard also contained police officers shining flashlights into the windows, and dogs sniffing out perps. Awesome. 

The next day there was an article in the paper about the shooting. It mentioned that the guy who had been shot was chased into a nearby backyard, but wasn't apprehended by the police. So our yard is famous for its role in this crime and one of the bad guys is still on the lam. How's that for a welcome home from your honeymoon party?!