It was from these upper floors of the Parc Lincoln that various forms of garbage were dropped. I heard glass bottles smash to the roof of the building below, and the thudding sound of plastic trash bags as a constant intrusion on whatever serenity I could reach. Sometimes I could hear the whistling sound of the object before it landed. I assume those were heavy objects dropped from the highest floors.

One night I was woken up by sounds of people on one of these upper floors telling somebody to "put it down!" Someone had a gun. I remember that sound, the sound of the fear in those voices.

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