reminiscingofgunsandgoodtimes
Wrong place, wrong time.
Happens all around the world. Wrong place, wrong time, and shit just happens.
My memories are in all sorts of weird places right now...
Lesson learned: don't park and sleep too close to a crackhouse in the dead of the night.
When it happens you'd be surprised how sublime it can be, when things go right and you don't piss anyone off. Didn't occur to me I could've gotten shot till a quarter-hour later.
*sigh*
Twas' so long ago. I don't know why I recalled that all of a sudden.
Maybe because I wanted to write a short story about it... but I'm too motivationally dead right now to write at all.