What the hell happened to me...
So its spring break time in Kingsville but rather than spending my time and money at the beach handing out beer and necklaces to weak-willed women, I am spending the week at my apartment. I've really got to buckle down and work on the four giant projects that I have due by the end of the semester. It's OK though, because this past weekend I got more excitement than I really wanted. I mean how many sprint breakers can say they literally dodged a bullet.*
I was at a party with my cousin and his band on Friday. The party was pretty much over, and all the bands had finished playing and they were putting their stuff away. Apparently, a couple of guys showed up and started throwing insults at the guys hanging out outside the house. When people started throwing insults back, one asshole pulled out a gun and shot two guys. Fortunately my cousin and I were inside the house at the time, but a friend of ours, the drummer for my cousin's band, got shot not 12 feet from where I was standing. At this point, I'm just going to skip ahead and tell that the guy's OK now, because the rest of the night is just the standard ambulances, cops, and driving to the hospital. Exciting stuff, sure, but most of that stuff is a blur (either because of the drinking or the freaking out).
*Okay so the correctness of the word literally depends on your definition of the word dodged. But when I am telling the story to girls in bars, I reserve the right to say "I literally dodged the bullet". Because in that story I will have done that as well as punch out the guy with the gun, and carried the guy to the hospital on my back while the house exploded behind me.
I was at a party with my cousin and his band on Friday. The party was pretty much over, and all the bands had finished playing and they were putting their stuff away. Apparently, a couple of guys showed up and started throwing insults at the guys hanging out outside the house. When people started throwing insults back, one asshole pulled out a gun and shot two guys. Fortunately my cousin and I were inside the house at the time, but a friend of ours, the drummer for my cousin's band, got shot not 12 feet from where I was standing. At this point, I'm just going to skip ahead and tell that the guy's OK now, because the rest of the night is just the standard ambulances, cops, and driving to the hospital. Exciting stuff, sure, but most of that stuff is a blur (either because of the drinking or the freaking out).
*Okay so the correctness of the word literally depends on your definition of the word dodged. But when I am telling the story to girls in bars, I reserve the right to say "I literally dodged the bullet". Because in that story I will have done that as well as punch out the guy with the gun, and carried the guy to the hospital on my back while the house exploded behind me.
posted by Oscar at 10:26 PM
2 Comments:
If you have sometime why don't you head on down to Austin so we can hang?
Just remember we no longer live in the other apartment.
dude i gotta say, i knew the story but the intro to that damn good writing... write a book or something.
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