The Year of 30

Let’s blame Mom!  My mom lived in the apartments we live in now over 7 years ago so she decided to move here again…enter RAE! Now for those of you that know me, I seem to have some kind of trouble lurking behind the corner. On my second day here (which was Oct. 23, I think) my brother, Jerel wakes me up and looks at me all serious,
“What?” I ask. “Don’t you know what’s going on?” Um, hello, I just woke up and unlike anyone else I know my dreams are not pre-quels. “What’s going on?”
I look at side our patio and there are cops, and SWAT team members walking around. They look at me and say “Please stay in your apartment.” What tha’? Jerel has the news on. Some guy decided to beat up his girlfriend, and was held up in his apartment refusing to come out. DID I MENTION I LIVE LIFE DANERGOUSLY?! So the SWAT team had surrounded the place, for about 3 hours my brother and I sat in the living room waiting to here gun shots. I guess the dude in his apartment had a hostage and didn’t want to come out. That’s when SWAT decided enough is enough and BLEW UP THE APARTMENT!!!! Just kidding, I wish that would have been cool but no. They threw gas bombs in the apartment and then charged in arresting the man.  WELCOME TO ARIZONA, RAE!