"OH FUCK! I'M SHOT!"
Not the four words you want to hear from your best friend. Especially when I was sitting directly behind him in the car.
The night in Omaha was doomed from the start. The $500 party bus we rented was over an hour and a half late (1st sign). We headed off after loading up the huge bar loacted in the back of the bus with $200 dollars in liquor, beer, pop and ice. The bus only stopped at two bars, the 4 hours went by pretty fast. Alot of drinking takes place at this point in time.
At 2:30 a.m. we headed off on a 10 minute drive to my friends house, at which we were planning on crashing. Kiko, my best friend, was riding shotgun-Jon, another close friend, was driving-Brandon, yet another, was sitting backseat driver side-I was sitting behind Kiko. Kiko and Brandon were arguing, or I should say screaming at each other from the time we got off the bus. When a car full of young punk white kids pulled up next to us throwing up their hands, Brandon snapped.
"GUN!" Brandon shouted!
The next thing I know we are doing 60+ down L street, and Jon stops at a red light.
*****NOTE TO SELF*****
DON'T STOP WHEN BEING CHASED WITH A FIREARM
*****NOTE TO SELF*****
Jon rolled down Kiko's window and yelled,"Listen if you faggots want to follow us into these apartments and fight-"
The guy looked at us like, whatever, have a nice day....
Then
POW! My ears go mute for a split second, followed by an annoying high pitched ringing.
"OH FUCK! I'M SHOT!" Kiko screamed!
Jon sped away and the panic started to set in. I looked down and saw blood on Kiko's hand and then Brandon called the police. We didn't want to stay around the car in case the guys were coming back to shoot again, so Jon suggested we run 8 blocks to our friends house. I helped Kiko out of the car and pulled him over to a sheltered area and ripped down his pants. There was a huge welt that looked like he had been hit with a hammer...A hammer that was scalding hot! The bullet went through the door, window, and then hit him in the hip. It burnt his leg but thankfully didn't penetrate the skin.
It was some Boyz in the Hood shit. Summer, her mom, and her friend Sarah came to pick me up thankfully. Getting shot at wasn't fun and was completely unnecessary. The kids-and I say kids because they couldn't have been of age to drink even-were willing to take another persons life over someone making a gesture. Whoa.
My crazy life...
Not the four words you want to hear from your best friend. Especially when I was sitting directly behind him in the car.
The night in Omaha was doomed from the start. The $500 party bus we rented was over an hour and a half late (1st sign). We headed off after loading up the huge bar loacted in the back of the bus with $200 dollars in liquor, beer, pop and ice. The bus only stopped at two bars, the 4 hours went by pretty fast. Alot of drinking takes place at this point in time.
At 2:30 a.m. we headed off on a 10 minute drive to my friends house, at which we were planning on crashing. Kiko, my best friend, was riding shotgun-Jon, another close friend, was driving-Brandon, yet another, was sitting backseat driver side-I was sitting behind Kiko. Kiko and Brandon were arguing, or I should say screaming at each other from the time we got off the bus. When a car full of young punk white kids pulled up next to us throwing up their hands, Brandon snapped.
"GUN!" Brandon shouted!
The next thing I know we are doing 60+ down L street, and Jon stops at a red light.
*****NOTE TO SELF*****
DON'T STOP WHEN BEING CHASED WITH A FIREARM
*****NOTE TO SELF*****
Jon rolled down Kiko's window and yelled,"Listen if you faggots want to follow us into these apartments and fight-"
The guy looked at us like, whatever, have a nice day....
Then
POW! My ears go mute for a split second, followed by an annoying high pitched ringing.
"OH FUCK! I'M SHOT!" Kiko screamed!
Jon sped away and the panic started to set in. I looked down and saw blood on Kiko's hand and then Brandon called the police. We didn't want to stay around the car in case the guys were coming back to shoot again, so Jon suggested we run 8 blocks to our friends house. I helped Kiko out of the car and pulled him over to a sheltered area and ripped down his pants. There was a huge welt that looked like he had been hit with a hammer...A hammer that was scalding hot! The bullet went through the door, window, and then hit him in the hip. It burnt his leg but thankfully didn't penetrate the skin.
It was some Boyz in the Hood shit. Summer, her mom, and her friend Sarah came to pick me up thankfully. Getting shot at wasn't fun and was completely unnecessary. The kids-and I say kids because they couldn't have been of age to drink even-were willing to take another persons life over someone making a gesture. Whoa.
My crazy life...
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