Last night while I was trying to get Elliott to sleep, we were startled by flashing lights and people screaming. It was roughly 3 am and I hopped up to see what it was.  All I could see from the first floor was flashlights, maybe thirty feet from my window.  Elliott and I went upstairs, not only for safety reasons but so I could figure out what was happening and if we were in any danger. You may recall that we've had some crazy shit happen within a few feet of my house. If you don't remember, I'll list the big ones.  Hostage crisis, complete with snipers camped out across the street and us being evacuated from our house late at night We were involved in a drive by shooting…