Tell us about Mexico, Loose.

On Saturday morning, I wake up at around 10 AM, take a shower and get my stuff ready to head on over to my parents' house in the US. While I'm downstairs getting some water for my trip, my grandma tells me that their was a shooting at a party. I started to panic, a lot. She told that around 15 students were killed. Oh my God, I felt horrible and almost wanted to puke. I asked her where it was, where it happened. She told me that she couldn't remember, but just pointed in the direction of the house of where my friends were having a party last night. I kept asking her to remember where it was, and I told her if it was around the area where my friends now lived and she told me that no, it was further down south.
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Oh ya, at Drum Major Camp at Central Michigan University this summer we were notified that a fatal shooting had happened at a local joint called The Cabin. Well, my brother works there and he works the door as a "bouncer" so I immediately went into the mode you were, heavy chest, light hearted, wanting to puke. I did everything I could to reach him and he wouldn't answer. Finally, three hours later I got a text saying he was okay. Probably one of the worst feelings I have had.