We Are Condemned to Live With Guns

The shed in the back of my place. Now picture it in total darkness, in the cold. Charles Mudede
Last Saturday, I came home from a party, dissolved a sweet pill of melatonin under my tongue, and went to sleep not realizing that I had locked out a guest, who was smoking some weed and drinking a beer under pear trees in the backyard. The guest (a black male) yelled and yelled at my window, which is in the front of the house and faces the main street, but I just slept and slept. He was stranded outs