a friendly strafing

You probably read about it. I wondered what it would have sounded like to that lone janitor, and whether it put the fear in her or not. Footsteps on the roof? I think it would have creeped me out. But what, exactly, does 20mm cannon fire feel/sound like? What does it do to a kids desk when it strikes?

I probably don't even come close to it when blasting my car stereo, as I did the other night on my return trip from the airport. Earth Wind & Fire, Shining Star. (I don't even have a sub-woofer in the car and I thank my lucky stars I didn't go for it. I'm sure I'd be bleeding from the ears right about now.)

But for a brief moment, while the music was wailing, I felt the drum beat and wondered if I was drawing fire. The driver of the car stopped next to me at the convergence of routes 527 and 528 could have been shooting, for all I knew. It could happen. After all, if I saw a middle-aged, overweight white woman positively writhing to black 70's rock blaring from her automobile, I'd believe she was possessed, too.