Life is what happens while you're busy making other plans
A journal by Sean Fogarty
So this weekend I was nearly killed. On my way out of the strip joint (yes the one with the stripper I'm obsessed with) I was approached by a guy. "Hey brotha let me holler atcha." Me being the trusting fool that I am said "Sure man what's up?"
"Were you here last night?"
"Nah man"
"You wasn't here with some boy Tim."
"Nah man sorry, don't know anyone named Tim."
"Do me a favor and turn that way." so I do. And there's two guys there, both with guns. Uh oh. The night has suddenly taken a turn for the worse.
"I know you was here last night."
"Dude I was at HOME last night."
This went back and forth for a while. Finally he said to his friend, "Yo come here." he threw him his shirt and the dude came over with the shirt over his head.
"You believe him yo?"
"I don't know man"
That's when the gun barell touched my skin and I knew I was gonna die. All the stupid shit that was going on in my life was about to become a lot less important. I remember thinking that I had thought about death a lot lately and that if anything I shouldn't be so scared but I was. I guess death is different from Death and that it's easy to think of the first one. That one is distant, academic. Death is much more real. It's the kind of thing that falls over you like a thick blanket.
"Take out your wallet"
I did. The guy took out all my money and threw onto the ground. Then he took my license and said "If you're fuckin with me I know where you live."
Then he grabbed me by the throat and that gun was there again. The muzzle looked like a bottomless pit and the metal was cold.
"I'm not fuckin playin with you!"
"Alright man, alright." my voice came out like I'd been breathing helium and would have sounded funny if it had been for some reason besides me being choked by a maniac with a gun.
"Get in your car and drive away."
So I did.
A journal by Sean Fogarty
So this weekend I was nearly killed. On my way out of the strip joint (yes the one with the stripper I'm obsessed with) I was approached by a guy. "Hey brotha let me holler atcha." Me being the trusting fool that I am said "Sure man what's up?"
"Were you here last night?"
"Nah man"
"You wasn't here with some boy Tim."
"Nah man sorry, don't know anyone named Tim."
"Do me a favor and turn that way." so I do. And there's two guys there, both with guns. Uh oh. The night has suddenly taken a turn for the worse.
"I know you was here last night."
"Dude I was at HOME last night."
This went back and forth for a while. Finally he said to his friend, "Yo come here." he threw him his shirt and the dude came over with the shirt over his head.
"You believe him yo?"
"I don't know man"
That's when the gun barell touched my skin and I knew I was gonna die. All the stupid shit that was going on in my life was about to become a lot less important. I remember thinking that I had thought about death a lot lately and that if anything I shouldn't be so scared but I was. I guess death is different from Death and that it's easy to think of the first one. That one is distant, academic. Death is much more real. It's the kind of thing that falls over you like a thick blanket.
"Take out your wallet"
I did. The guy took out all my money and threw onto the ground. Then he took my license and said "If you're fuckin with me I know where you live."
Then he grabbed me by the throat and that gun was there again. The muzzle looked like a bottomless pit and the metal was cold.
"I'm not fuckin playin with you!"
"Alright man, alright." my voice came out like I'd been breathing helium and would have sounded funny if it had been for some reason besides me being choked by a maniac with a gun.
"Get in your car and drive away."
So I did.
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invisigirl:
shit! i hope the cop gave you a break after what had happened!
invisigirl:
damn toilet. that's what i miss most about my ex---someone ELSE to deal with this kinda stuff! haha