Pop pop pop.
That’s all I heard. “Oh, s**t, Tito, someone got shot!” That’s what I heard around 2:30 in the morning on the corner of 168th and Sheridan. There were approximately four bullets shot. I walked around wondering and asking, “Who got shot? Who the hell got shot?” At one point I looked at my watch and saw that I had been asking the same question for twenty minutes. If you saw what I saw then, you would have seen a very sad lady with eyes so red it almost looked like a graphic moment you see in a horror movie.