Why? (real talk..no jokes)

I decided to stop by a nightclub to holla at the bartender that I know that works there, but it was packed & there were 3 policemen outside the nightclub and I heard someone say that there were fights inside earlier.

So I decided to leave a message for her at the door that I stopped by and instead went to a poolhall across the street to have a few drinks before going into work for an overnight project.While I was there I figured I would also get to make fun of the young chicks coming out of the nightclub and get to see that their cars have been towed for parking in the private lot next door. And boy-o-boy were there a lot of short dress & heel chicks that this was the case for.

And before you ask, hell no they ain’t getting a lift to the tow place from me, I’m not a cab. Just because a woman is fine as hell doesn’t mean she gets special favors with me. I kick it at the poolhall until 1:45 then decide its time to go to work. I get 4 blocks away and realize duh, I don’t know the highways well enough to get to work from where I was.

So I pull into 7Eleven/gas station to setup my gps route and get some candy and as a bonus wow there’s eye candy all over (everyone gathering after leaving the club). It was really hard to find a spot to park but and I saw 4 open spots. 2 regular open spaces, 1 handi space and 1 that ‘no parking’ stripes were painted across.

Which spot to you think I took, yup the one with the “no parking” stripes… It’s my nature to be a bad boy even in the little ways, lol.

As I pull up to the parking space I notice a car slowly moving on the service road and someone looking out the window. I get out of my truck and I notice behind me there’s a tall young hood behind me looking at the slow moving car throwing his hands up in the air saying what’s up or what’s good or something.

Me thinking for the best as my mind now does since leaving NY I’m thinking that the guy throwing his hands up is just telling his boys in the slow moving car a “How are you, Haven’t seen you in a bit…What’s up?”. In actuality it was more of a “What the Fu?k you gonna do ni99a, I’m right here….What’s Up!

As you can start to see this isn’t going to end well, even worse if you haven’t put together 2+2 (I know Katie has trouble with that math thing) so in Grollman style I’ll use MS Paint to illustrate shortly but the point is that I’m somewhat in between this bad situation brewing.

Before I had a chance to take 2 steps from my car a single shot rang out. I ducked a bit, then since I could hear that the shot came from somewhere really close to me I checked my self to see if I had a new hole anywhere then to see if my spaceship (my truck) had any holes in it. Seconds after the shot was also pretty calm and so I thought the guy in the car just fired in the air plus the fact that he didn’t peel off in a boyz in the hood, South Central L.A. gang bangin’ kind of way. He just drove off fast. Since I thought it was a shot in the air I didn’t pay the shooter or the car any mind. I didn’t get any sort of description being that I was paying attention to both the guy behind me shouting at the car and the car and not focused totally on one or the other.

It was calm…then within 10 seconds that all changed . I heard a scream then when I looked I saw a guy laying just outside the passenger seat of a car. Not moving, not breathing as far as anyone could tell and bleeding from his head, shot in the eye. It took 3 min before the first Police car rolled up and tried to get the scene under control. I was there for 15 min after and the pool of blood streaming from this young boy of 20 yrs old was getting worse. No ambulance had yet arrived. I’m sure the boy never even knew what hit him. I’m also sure that if I would have parked where I was supposed to in the proper apace I may not be blogging right now.

Even scarier were these 3 things:

1. I watched a program at noon with Rev. Al Sharpton discussing gun violence in the Black community
2. 5 hours later in the barber shop we talked about why dumb ni99as always try to find a gun to setting an argument or fight they lost
3.  7 hours later a young boy named was Charles was shot and killed.

You can read a short blurb about it here.

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