this morning #907.

this morning, there were so many divergent versions of events being batted back & forth that we totally lost track of time. deep in debate. theories from the mouths of uniformed citizenry. before we knew, it was already the afternoon. here’s what we knew, none of which was at all confirmed true. it happened at some point overnight. possibly an accident. possibly a fight. the inside of the home was a disaster. crime scene? a pet had been harmed. if it was all because of an altercation, where’d the other guy go? he’d have hightailed it out of town by now. right? for the next dozen hours, all we had was hearsay & rumors. after that though, the facts came fast.