So, I got shot. Yeah, with a gun. Who? Some guy. In Harvard square.
Yeah, I know. Harvard square. Three people have asked me now "WHO GET'S SHOT IN HARVARD SQUARE?!". Clearly, I do. O.G., Motherfuckers.
I should warn you, the dope is making me a little loopy, which will perhaps be reflected in my prose. But without the dope the pain you experience reading this convoluted composition would be conveyed to my ballistically perforated appendage. So deal with it.
First, I'd like to thank everyone who came to visit my in the ER. It was pretty damn touching that you all came out. Of course, I was feeling much too macho at the time to express this; but being oxy'd up, I can tell you that it made me feel very warm, fuzzy, squishy, and a whole slew of other things it is fairly inappropriate to feel after having been shot. As with all the inappropriate things you people make me feel on a regular basis, I rather enjoyed them. Same goes for all the people who called, texted, emailed, and sent carrier pigeons. You guys are all freakin' ace.
Now, here's the story, to those who haven't caught it, or only have a vague idea.
I had been gaming with friends all day, and was arriving late to Dave's party. I grabbed parking right in front of Charlie's, and made for the door. By the right entrance, two men were having at it. I figured they were just brawling, and made to bypass them hopefully without being knocked against. As I am about 10 feet from the door, one of the men (apparently the more sober or sane of the two) says something to the effect of "He has a gun!", "Help! He has a gun!" or "Someone, he has a gun!" (I can't rightly remember which). At this point the man who did the yelling had the other guy pinned against the railing to the right of the door, and in the pinned man's hand I see a pistol. I figure I can go over while he has this guy pinned and help hold him down, maybe disarm him. I start walking over, but before I touch either of them the gunman pushes the other guy off him. They grapple for a moment more, and the guy is waving his gun around. At some point he cocks it, and the guy grabs his torso from behind, pinning his upper arms to his side. His lower arms are free, and all at once, there is a gun being aimed at me. Naturally, my first concern is to NOT have a gun aimed at me. I lurch to the right, and THE SECOND I do so, the guy shoots and I catch it on the underside of my left arm (it would have been my torso if I hadn't been lucky enough to move when I did). I remember grabbing my arm, then I remember being on my knee by the other door of Charlie's. The gunman booked it with the other guy giving chase and yelling. The paramedics were there in no time, and I was taken to Beth Israel. Turns out the bullet tore up some muscle, but missed EVERYTHING important. As far as getting capped goes, I won the lottery. I had it washed and stitched up, and am fine. It hurts to do a few specific motions, but I have full mobility and will not lose any functionality.
The copes picked somebody up, and I am going to go try and ID him tomorrow. The other guy is doing the same, I believe. Between one of us, he'll get put away.
I've also been asked a lot about the pain. At the time of the shot, it was scary but hurt surprisingly little. It was really just a medium-intensity, dull ache, and felt like my arm was way too big. When the paramedics arrived I had to take pressure off of it and lost my adrenaline buzz, so it started to hurt quite a lot. Still, way less excruciating then I would have imagined (almost certainly owing to the fact that it was such a light wound). It was like that felling after you get hit with something blunt REALLY hard (except it didn't fade) with a twist of burning sensation.
The link below leads to a camera phone photo of my wound. It's nasty. You've been warned.
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v327/DigitalPants/0618070055.jpg
Stay gangsta,
-T-money.
Yeah, I know. Harvard square. Three people have asked me now "WHO GET'S SHOT IN HARVARD SQUARE?!". Clearly, I do. O.G., Motherfuckers.
I should warn you, the dope is making me a little loopy, which will perhaps be reflected in my prose. But without the dope the pain you experience reading this convoluted composition would be conveyed to my ballistically perforated appendage. So deal with it.
First, I'd like to thank everyone who came to visit my in the ER. It was pretty damn touching that you all came out. Of course, I was feeling much too macho at the time to express this; but being oxy'd up, I can tell you that it made me feel very warm, fuzzy, squishy, and a whole slew of other things it is fairly inappropriate to feel after having been shot. As with all the inappropriate things you people make me feel on a regular basis, I rather enjoyed them. Same goes for all the people who called, texted, emailed, and sent carrier pigeons. You guys are all freakin' ace.
Now, here's the story, to those who haven't caught it, or only have a vague idea.
I had been gaming with friends all day, and was arriving late to Dave's party. I grabbed parking right in front of Charlie's, and made for the door. By the right entrance, two men were having at it. I figured they were just brawling, and made to bypass them hopefully without being knocked against. As I am about 10 feet from the door, one of the men (apparently the more sober or sane of the two) says something to the effect of "He has a gun!", "Help! He has a gun!" or "Someone, he has a gun!" (I can't rightly remember which). At this point the man who did the yelling had the other guy pinned against the railing to the right of the door, and in the pinned man's hand I see a pistol. I figure I can go over while he has this guy pinned and help hold him down, maybe disarm him. I start walking over, but before I touch either of them the gunman pushes the other guy off him. They grapple for a moment more, and the guy is waving his gun around. At some point he cocks it, and the guy grabs his torso from behind, pinning his upper arms to his side. His lower arms are free, and all at once, there is a gun being aimed at me. Naturally, my first concern is to NOT have a gun aimed at me. I lurch to the right, and THE SECOND I do so, the guy shoots and I catch it on the underside of my left arm (it would have been my torso if I hadn't been lucky enough to move when I did). I remember grabbing my arm, then I remember being on my knee by the other door of Charlie's. The gunman booked it with the other guy giving chase and yelling. The paramedics were there in no time, and I was taken to Beth Israel. Turns out the bullet tore up some muscle, but missed EVERYTHING important. As far as getting capped goes, I won the lottery. I had it washed and stitched up, and am fine. It hurts to do a few specific motions, but I have full mobility and will not lose any functionality.
The copes picked somebody up, and I am going to go try and ID him tomorrow. The other guy is doing the same, I believe. Between one of us, he'll get put away.
I've also been asked a lot about the pain. At the time of the shot, it was scary but hurt surprisingly little. It was really just a medium-intensity, dull ache, and felt like my arm was way too big. When the paramedics arrived I had to take pressure off of it and lost my adrenaline buzz, so it started to hurt quite a lot. Still, way less excruciating then I would have imagined (almost certainly owing to the fact that it was such a light wound). It was like that felling after you get hit with something blunt REALLY hard (except it didn't fade) with a twist of burning sensation.
The link below leads to a camera phone photo of my wound. It's nasty. You've been warned.
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v327/DigitalPants/0618070055.jpg
Stay gangsta,
-T-money.
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palo:
I'm surprisingly well. Out of the rut I'd been digging myself for two years. It'sa nice.
defekt:
Holy fucking shit, dude. I mean, what else can you say? I live in Dorchester and I haven't been shot. But in front of Charlie's? For fuck's sake! Glad you're gonna be ok.