The big news in Indy this morning is that last night a whole bunch of people were at a birthday party on the near Northwest Side (only a couple miles as the crow flies from model mom Fiona Lee's place) when all of a sudden and for no reason at all that anybody can think of, a "silver Chrysler 300" rolled up and Sumdood leaned out the window and emptied a 30-round magazine from a rifle into the crowd, killing two and wounding six.
I'm going to get some early bets in, here. First, I'm going to go 'way out on a limb and say that the shooter and at least one of the shootees were involved in gangs. Second, I'm going to bet that the shooter, should they ever catch him, will have a pretty impressive rap sheet and shouldn't have been running loose.
Meanwhile, important safety tip: If you get invited to the after-dark outdoor birthday cookout of Ice Dog, the #2 rock salesman from the 16th Street Crips, down in the 'hood, you should RSVP with a polite explanation that you need to visit your ailing mother that night after choir practice, and so you have to regretfully decline.