I was sitting at the bus stop trying to get the courage up to talk to the reed-thin dreadlocked chick selling bracelets. The gunshot startled me. A split second later, I screamed as I heard the high whine of the bullet slice the air next to my cheek. A blur of bruising movement, and I was cowering behind the trashcan with the wide-eyed bracelet babe. Bond would have said something witty. All that came out of my mouth was, “Shit!”