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Just...way too serious.
![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Join Date: May 2005
Location: purgatory
Posts: 3,519
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I got shot
so, yeah. I don't exactly live in the best neighborhood. There are gunshots all the time around here and I just ignore them anymore. (lots of ice labs and crack houses in the surrounding streets.) I'm not scared of my place, you just have to keep aware of your surroundings. anyway, I live in an apartment building way off in the back of the apartment complex's property. One of my neighbors has an ice lab and every couple of days he fires it up and you can smell that stuff cooking for hours. Police are always out there, but never do anything about it *shrugs* oh well. He was cooking when I came home from work last night so I just quickly went inside and didn't hang around too much. (most of my neighbors are really sweet people. I like to hang out on my porch and talk with them on friday nights. Most of them don't speak english at all and are kind enough to not laugh at my silly southern accent when I speak Spanish.) I really try and stay inside when I know he's cooking...then after I stop smelling it I know he's getting high for about an hour...then things quiet down and I don't worry so much about going out. Last night I was still smelling the lab until about 11:00 or so. I decided not to take my dog out for her walk and just go on to bed. safest bet. About 2:30 this morning she was really agitated. whining and running back and forth and I figured she just needed to go pee so I stumbled out of bed and checked the time figuring all would be quiet. wrong. My neighbor aparently had been having an arguement with one of his buddies over the ice and had just beat him nearly to death. when I opened my door, (his apartment is a half level below mine and accross the hall) he looked straight at me and fired one off. Pretty damn lucky for me he was high 'cause the bullet went through my left arm and shoulder instead of more important things on my left side. So....someone called the police and the ambulance. I spent a good part of my early morning getting patched up and talking to the cops. My fun night..er morning...er whatever. My friends now are all afraid to come to my place and my parents live about 3 hours away...so I guess I'm on my own again for awhile. Least I get to have a physical therapist come help out next week. Isn't life full of interesting twists? |
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