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Shoot Saturday, Oct. 19, 2013 - 8:15 a.m. I went to Australia for awhile again. I got back to the USA all right, and stopped in at Anaheim Dave's place, to see Dave and his two kittehs. This is also where my Crystal Castles game lives -- along with the Yamaha Keyboard given to me by Toren Smith. There was no time to play with the gadgets and just a wee bit of time to pet the cats, since I was in dire need of sleep and food and all my jetlagged brain could do was recall how to print out my domestic plane ticket, take Dave to dinner as a thank you, and then come back to his place, where I slept on an air mattress on his living room floor. Yesterday morning, about an hour before I was due at Duke to fly back to San Francisco, we heard a gunshot from just outside. Then we heard screaming. THEN we heard police cars. A lot of police cars. It turned out that Dave's next door neighbor had been shot and killed in the alley behind Dave's place. There were at least two police cars that we could see from out the windows, and an ambulance and a whole bunch of police personnel canvassing the neighborhood. Dave gave his name and address and witness statement and so did I. I don't think I've ever heard somebody be murdered before. I've seen people murder themselves slowly with bad habits, and of course there have been suicides among loved ones. But this is a lot to process. So glad to be back in the USA. ---
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