Trapped In An Active Crime Zone Today

It was a beautiful day in Denver today. A smoking seventy degrees! Whew who! I was out running some errands and I stopped by a pizza joint and picked up some lunch for the crew at home. As I waited for the pizza, a few emergency vehicles flew by.

Heading home with pizza, I saw all the emergency vehicles ahead blocking the main road. So I thought it was an accident. No problem. I turned right to take the back way to my house. Turned out the backway to my house led me right into the middle of the crime zone. They hadn't blocked off every street, and I thought I was just getting around a bad accident. 

So I went one way and nope, I could not exit. The cop cars were placed blocking the exit or the entrance. Hmmm what to do. Oh I know another secret way to get home. So I went after that idea. Nope, again blocked by cop cars. So I turned around and was going to go back the way I got into this mess. Then there they were, the swat team. Or what looked liked to me a string of men, carrying high powered rifles, or ak 47's or shit, I'm fucked. There was no way to turn except in the exact direction of these men, sneaking along side a building, not recognizing that, I'm in my car trying to get the hell out. I watch them cross the street just west of me, with guns pointed. My heart is racing and I can't figure out, how the hell I'm here and not home by now eating pizza. They cross the street and I decide, well I can only go

The View From My Car : - /

one way, so I'm going. 

My plan was to go back the way I got in. But I had to go by them to do this. They spotted me and yelled "Get out of here!" I yelled back "I'm trying to get out of this neighborhood!" They yelled "Go down that alley" oh fuck. Of course that's what my plan was. They just didn't know that with all their roadblocks that I was pretty much trapped in the zone with them.

I got out the way I got in. On the one road they did not block  off. Wow, that was a nerve racking drive around my neighborhood. Sad thing is, I walk this same neighborhood almost everyday with Jenny the dog. I know all these streets and every back way to my house. I just didn't know all those secrets ways, were barricaded with cops.

Don't know if they killed the gunman, arrested the person, or they got away. It's over is all I know, and I didn't get shot.

Update: as I looked at the only pic I took of the scene, I realized that one of them was pointing the gun directly at me. If I had chosen to go on the green light, I could have been shot,but I waited. Light color did not matter to me. What mattered to me was them passing by and me getting by. If I chose to go on the green light (even being I was the only car in the crime zone) maybe he would have took the shot. But I waited until they crossed the street, as I knew I was the only car in the active crime zone. I waited. Maybe fate saved my life? I was a threat. I was me with pizza's. To them, I could be hosting the gunman. I could be dead now.