My nerves are shot

I was really looking forward to a peaceful evening of hippy-dippy drum circles, patchouli stink and delicious food at Northwest Folklife. The delicious food happened, thanks to Kenyan Kitchen's Piri Piri Chicken and Curried Vegetable Combo. Yum! I topped it off with a Thai iced tea and Sam supped upon a coconut with the top hacked off and a straw stuck in it. It was authentic-ish, I guess. But it was certainly lovely sitting in the shade, listening to a marimba band in the distance, and eating a mediocre but reminiscent dish that my father's wife makes on occasion.

The unpleasant part came when some jerk apparently tried to pistol whip another guy, firing the gun into the crowd and hitting two bystanders. Sam and I didn't see it, but we heard the shot and the subsequent screaming of a woman running past us crying, "PROTECT YOUR BABIES!"

Folklife. Come for the food, leave for the bullets.