This one takes place in my neighborhood.
It's sometime late in spring, and I'm upstairs without much knowledge about what's happening outside. I get a text from my mom saying that the police are looking for two men, and have evacuated my whole neighborhood. I don't think much of it, until a few minutes later when I look outside from my studio. In the park are two men; both were asian, one taller than the other, kneeling in the grass. Both have black hair and are corporate-casually dressed. While I still have no idea why they're standing there, the one on the right stands up, pulls out a gun and shoots himself in the head.
I swear, he took 10 seconds to hit the ground.
The guy next to him missed his head and ended up flipping backwards from the recoil (something was obviously wrong with the gravitational pull here).
A few minutes after, I was watching the live news report from my iMac upstairs while looking down at the now-dead man below. The one who missed his own head was being acclaimed a hero by the whole neighborhood. I got bored, so I went downstairs in my man cave and went to sleep.
After that, I was mysteriously back up and got a call from many people, but ignored every single one.
That day was a good day.
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