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With the day off yesterday, Kurt and I spent a large part of his birthday walking around on State Street. Neither of us had been down there for a while. He wanted to check out Radio Shack for some newfangled universal remote when we walked past Stillwaters. The bullet holes in the window were astonishingly fake-looking. I mean, I've never seen bullet holes through anything but a deer road sign on some backroad country highway. They looked like those decals you can (cheesily) put on your car to make it appear as though you're tough. The orange spraypaint on the sidewalk marking where the shell casings flew were eery, especially considering how much I like the color orange. The Channel27 news guy was there interviewing a group of college-aged boys who had apparently been patrons at the time. They looked hungover, and in shock, still. I feel creeped out about the whole thing, since Kurty works in a bar with a huge front window.