Anyone want to write a story?

Its been a while since we did one of these. Anyone up for another cellar group story? LJ used to be great about starting them up, and they were kind of fun. If anyone is interested in playing, the rule is that you use the name of another dweller in your part of the story and you have to mention whatever music was playing at that point in the plot. Any takers? I'll go first:

It was a dark and stormy night. The neighbor's cat had just shredded LJ's trash bag for the kazillionith time when gunshots were heard coming from across the street 3 houses down. LJ leaned out his window and hollered "COCK!" - perhaps at the cat or perhaps at the sound of the gunshots which had rudely awakened him from his slumbers. Busterb emerged from a darkened alley with his faithful dog, Sheila, hopped into his car and drove off with the CD player blaring "Send Lawyers, Guns and Money"...