THAT TIME I HAD A GUN POINTED AT ME

I’ve had a gun pointed @ me once. You’d think that for such a momentous occasion I’d remember more details than I do, but I only remember a few basics. I was either 16 or 17, and it was in the afternoon, around 12-2pm I’d say, during the week on a school day. I was ditching school (something I did way too much back then) and was waiting @ a bus stop a few blocks from my home. I think I was going to the mall. Suddenly I heard someone shout:

“FUCK YOU MAN!”

And I looked and there was a car driving past me, in the opposite direction, with 3 Black guys in it, two in the front, and one in the back. And the one in back was pointing what looked like a single-barrel shotgun right at me.

But the car just kept going and that was it. I barely had time to react or even move before they were gone. And I remember standing there thinking what the frak just happened?

Obviously, I wasn’t shot, so I thought maybe they thought I was someone else when they first saw me standing there, but when they actually got in front of me, the guy saw that I wasn’t whomever he thought I was, and that’s why he didn’t shoot. Or maybe they never intended to shoot, and just wanted to see me jump or run or something. I dunno. But that was weird.

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