When you shooters flash a gun at someone and pull the trigger, do you ever stop to think whether you’d miss?
Do you ever consider that the bullet you fire at your foe is going to hit someone else who didn’t have it coming? Someone’s mother or father on their way home from work? Someone’s child?
On Monday afternoon, one of you trigger-happy bastards went to the Bronx and pursued a target of your wrath. You pulled out your gun and you opened fire — but you didn’t hit the person you were trying to kill.
