I moved to Oklahoma City in August 2006 after living in Seattle for 12 years. The second week I was here two young lads tried to murder me.
I was walking home around 2:30 a.m. from seeing a friends band and In a startling second I heard indiscernible yelling and when I turned around BOOM! the first shot rang out and I heard the bullet wiz by my head. I immediated turned and did a roadrunner and BOOM BOOM two more shots rang out.
The boys were wearing Crips bandanas pulled over their noses wild west train robbery style. Oklahoma City has the second largest population of Crips and Bloods, with LA still number one.
One puzzling thing is I was wearing a wife beater looking somewhat like the Octopus operator at the County Fair... i.e. not someone who would look like they had a rubber-banded bundle of cash. In fact I only had about $2.30.
Aside from the shots I distinctly remember the shocked look on the face of the shooter since I wasn't hit. Clearly it's time for those aspiring gangstas to listen to the OGs lessons on profiling people with money and spend more time going to the shooting range and less time listening to hip hop. I wonder if they got put on probation for not downing me?
The biggest surprise is nearly losing my life all in an unexpected second had no effect on me beyond the next day. I didn't have some spiritual awakening, no desire to have audience with the Dali Lama, or join a neighborhood organization with a catchy name like "citizens against street violence." Very oddly to me the next day I gave away all my favorite clothes, CDs, and much more I don't even remember; pitched 20 years of writing samples permanently excluding me from ever getting another professional writing job; I pitched tax records, awesome "flo"shem wingtips, and almost pitched my memory box full of photos of primary my last love. That would have been virtually erasing my past life. My goal was to throw away everything except a suitcase full of clothes, my guitar, and Jake the cat and move to Portland.
Then that night I slept outside and planned on committing suicide with a large quantity of pills. But I realized I would never have sex again so I just enjoyed a light sprinkle of rain and the enchanted forest in my Aunts back yard.
I was walking home around 2:30 a.m. from seeing a friends band and In a startling second I heard indiscernible yelling and when I turned around BOOM! the first shot rang out and I heard the bullet wiz by my head. I immediated turned and did a roadrunner and BOOM BOOM two more shots rang out.
The boys were wearing Crips bandanas pulled over their noses wild west train robbery style. Oklahoma City has the second largest population of Crips and Bloods, with LA still number one.
One puzzling thing is I was wearing a wife beater looking somewhat like the Octopus operator at the County Fair... i.e. not someone who would look like they had a rubber-banded bundle of cash. In fact I only had about $2.30.
Aside from the shots I distinctly remember the shocked look on the face of the shooter since I wasn't hit. Clearly it's time for those aspiring gangstas to listen to the OGs lessons on profiling people with money and spend more time going to the shooting range and less time listening to hip hop. I wonder if they got put on probation for not downing me?
The biggest surprise is nearly losing my life all in an unexpected second had no effect on me beyond the next day. I didn't have some spiritual awakening, no desire to have audience with the Dali Lama, or join a neighborhood organization with a catchy name like "citizens against street violence." Very oddly to me the next day I gave away all my favorite clothes, CDs, and much more I don't even remember; pitched 20 years of writing samples permanently excluding me from ever getting another professional writing job; I pitched tax records, awesome "flo"shem wingtips, and almost pitched my memory box full of photos of primary my last love. That would have been virtually erasing my past life. My goal was to throw away everything except a suitcase full of clothes, my guitar, and Jake the cat and move to Portland.
Then that night I slept outside and planned on committing suicide with a large quantity of pills. But I realized I would never have sex again so I just enjoyed a light sprinkle of rain and the enchanted forest in my Aunts back yard.