Reminiscing on that shootout I got into a year ago
I've told that story here before, but yeah the incident opened my eyes a lot. But I also think stuff like that is why I get paranoid about sketchy people.
Safe to say I was honestly afraid that night. I didn't show it though. I just started shooting back immediately after they shot the first bullet in our direction.
After idk how many shots, we all ran in different directions. I was running towards the direction my car was parked when I saw the same car who shot at us, pull out across the street from me. We shot at each other again then I watched them take off after I hit the driver.
When I started running again I tripped & landed in some rocks. I remember thinking "get up get up don't stop running" because I didn't know where they were. So I got up still running. I saw a truck stop in front of me. Then when they saw the gun still in my hand they took off so fast their tires were burning rubber. I get the feeling they thought I was hurt & were about to help until they saw me get back up with the gun in my hand.
By the time I made it back to my car, I was ducking down, starting my car, & flipping the headlights off because I didn't wanna be obvious. I knew at any moment the people could pop back up shooting at me a 3rd time.
I drove off & my homie called me that same moment to say that our other homie was hiding behind a tree at the corner. I pulled up at the corner & he hopped in. As soon as we were a good enough distance around the corner I turned my lights back on & drove normally. I drove to my friends house (the one in the car with me) because he lived nearby & we just waited there on the porch with all the lights off in the dark.
We were waiting for our other homies to get there & also keeping our guns loaded & ready in our hands, hiding behind the small walls Call of Duty style or something because the people who shot at us, knew where that house was. So we were very aware that they could still pull up again to shoot more.
Our friends made it back to the house safely a little bit later. After talking for a bit figuring out what happened, we all split up & went back home. The whole drive home I was just thinking "did that really just happen? Why do I feel so calm now? Calm but extremely alert"
Then I actually slept peacefully that night. I must've been exhausted. Shit, I worked a 12 hour shift that day too so 🤷
My gf at the time was texting me & I so badly wanted to tell her what happened but I didn't. I knew it wasn't smart to talk. So I didn't say shit.
Then the next day our homie killed the dude who organized the hit on us. & That was it. I mean we still had to deal with a bunch of shit actually but that was the end of the issue. It all started & ended so fast. Shit was crazy.
I've been in a lot of shit, dealt with a lot of problems. But that so far has been the only time I ever had to use my gun in self defense. I'm glad I held my ground, I'm glad I didn't get hurt... but that shit was honestly scary. I'll be honest.
When I think back on it idk how tf I got away from that. But that night was my wake up call telling me things needed to change.
Yeah it was self defense... but that wasn't even my beef. I was just there looking out for a friend.
I had to learn after that, that in the streets when you pick your friends, you're picking your enemies too. Because the people you hang around might get you killed just from being around them.
It taught me that shit can go down anywhere, at any time. So you have to be extremely aware at all times.
Judge me if you want. Anybody can, it is what it is. But I know who I am & I won't let myself go down like that. Not if I can help it.
Safe to say I was honestly afraid that night. I didn't show it though. I just started shooting back immediately after they shot the first bullet in our direction.
After idk how many shots, we all ran in different directions. I was running towards the direction my car was parked when I saw the same car who shot at us, pull out across the street from me. We shot at each other again then I watched them take off after I hit the driver.
When I started running again I tripped & landed in some rocks. I remember thinking "get up get up don't stop running" because I didn't know where they were. So I got up still running. I saw a truck stop in front of me. Then when they saw the gun still in my hand they took off so fast their tires were burning rubber. I get the feeling they thought I was hurt & were about to help until they saw me get back up with the gun in my hand.
By the time I made it back to my car, I was ducking down, starting my car, & flipping the headlights off because I didn't wanna be obvious. I knew at any moment the people could pop back up shooting at me a 3rd time.
I drove off & my homie called me that same moment to say that our other homie was hiding behind a tree at the corner. I pulled up at the corner & he hopped in. As soon as we were a good enough distance around the corner I turned my lights back on & drove normally. I drove to my friends house (the one in the car with me) because he lived nearby & we just waited there on the porch with all the lights off in the dark.
We were waiting for our other homies to get there & also keeping our guns loaded & ready in our hands, hiding behind the small walls Call of Duty style or something because the people who shot at us, knew where that house was. So we were very aware that they could still pull up again to shoot more.
Our friends made it back to the house safely a little bit later. After talking for a bit figuring out what happened, we all split up & went back home. The whole drive home I was just thinking "did that really just happen? Why do I feel so calm now? Calm but extremely alert"
Then I actually slept peacefully that night. I must've been exhausted. Shit, I worked a 12 hour shift that day too so 🤷
My gf at the time was texting me & I so badly wanted to tell her what happened but I didn't. I knew it wasn't smart to talk. So I didn't say shit.
Then the next day our homie killed the dude who organized the hit on us. & That was it. I mean we still had to deal with a bunch of shit actually but that was the end of the issue. It all started & ended so fast. Shit was crazy.
I've been in a lot of shit, dealt with a lot of problems. But that so far has been the only time I ever had to use my gun in self defense. I'm glad I held my ground, I'm glad I didn't get hurt... but that shit was honestly scary. I'll be honest.
When I think back on it idk how tf I got away from that. But that night was my wake up call telling me things needed to change.
Yeah it was self defense... but that wasn't even my beef. I was just there looking out for a friend.
I had to learn after that, that in the streets when you pick your friends, you're picking your enemies too. Because the people you hang around might get you killed just from being around them.
It taught me that shit can go down anywhere, at any time. So you have to be extremely aware at all times.
Judge me if you want. Anybody can, it is what it is. But I know who I am & I won't let myself go down like that. Not if I can help it.
