Am surrounded by iniquity. Am also fucking freaked out!

Last week, one of the regular customers at my shop was murdered.  He was a junkie who lived on the housing estate near me, but he was always polite, gentle, never stole, was never agressive.  He was a nice guy, and a very intelligent guy, for all his problems.  So yeah, murdered, which shocked us all, and upset us all.  Then today, at 5.30 am, a house on the road that our shop is situated on gets raided by four riot vans worth of police.  The guy tries to do a runner, but doesn't get far and he and his girlfriend get arrested.  Forensics turn up and stay there for seven, yes, seven hours.   The police finally left at 9.30 tonight.  WTF is wrong with Blackpool (North West England, seaside holiday town).  The grapevine says that the arrests, who are also regular customers, and drug dealers to boot (again, always polite and friendly), have to do with the murder previously mentioned.

I feel sick.  It's fucking horrible to think that these people I've laughed and joked with have been A) murdered and B) been arrested for the murder.  I used to love living where I did, but now it just makes me fear letting my daughter leave the house, ever.

OH, and one more thing.....Adam Lambert was fucking ROBBED!

Crossover Conundrem Poll

I can't decide if I should write a crossover fic, as they rarely turn out well, and if I do, what I should cross HP with, so doods...HALP!!

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