We all have a birth date, and we’ll all have a date of death. What’s most important though, is what you do in between the two. You know, the “Dash”. Far too many people are so afraid of dying, that they never actually LIVE. They’ve never traveled, never went to that concert they really wanted to go to. They never took that chance that they now wish that they did. Ask the average person how are things, and their response is usually something like: I’m hanging in there, I’m just trying to make it. Those response, to me, say that they’ve given up. They don’t see a way out of whatever situation that they’re in at that moment, but sadly, most never really look up from holding their heads, and shoulders, so low to see that opportunity is all around them. They’ve quit on lyfe, and truly have become “The Walking Dead”…
(I bet you were looking for a Walking Dead pic huh lol) So as others have unknowingly given up on lyfe, I’m bullet ridden and fighting for mine. You didn’t think that I forgot about that did you? It’s party time. Hair braided. Leaving to head to the “turn up”. I actually stop, shake hands, and have a full convo with the person who would shoot me 5x, just a few mins later. I told you I knew him lol, don’t act all surprised lol. The shooter, and a few others, enter a car and drive past me & my (former) friend leaving the neighborhood. As my friend and I are reaching the top of the block, he says: Hey, do you hear firecrackers? It’s May, people are crazy lol. As it turns out though, those aren’t firecrackers. You know that car that drove by us earlier? Yeah, it’s that car barreling towards us, shooter hanging out of the window, and he’s got one agenda, the end of MY LYFE.
Well what would you do in that situation? Would you Run? Would you lay down on the ground, hoping they drive by? Do you split up and leave your friend? What would you do (leave a comment)? Well, I did what I thought was right? I pushed my friend in the ground to protect him. That honestly was my 1st thought. Make sure he wasn’t hurt. Not my own lyfe, but the lyfe of someone else, and then I took off running. Now running for me is a no brainer. Why? Because I was a track athlete, and a damn good one. In my neighborhood, the last thing you EVER wanted to do is run from me. You would never get away, and everyone knew it, so of course I could outrun a few bullets right? I took off like a bolt of lightning being fired from a speed of light cannon. Is that a thing? I don’t know lol.
So here’s where things get interesting. (as if they aren’t already right?). My friend decides that he isn’t going to leave me, so he gets up to run after me. Please tell me how he’s going to catch the “Fastest man alive”? Yea, I said it lol. Did I mention, that he has severe asthma, a gallon of Paul Masson on his back, in a book bag, AND a 5th of Hennessey?!?! I told you guys it was going to be a celebration right? lol. Well oddly enough, he actually catches up to me about a 1/2 a block away. He instantly knows something’s wrong, because how else could he catch me? As he gets closer, he asked: What’s going on? My response: I’m hit. I use my right hand to show him where, and my hand is covered in blood. I’m leaking like a faucet here, and I’m STILL trying to get him to get out of here.
He tries to carry me to a safe place. We make it about another 1/2 a block before I’m too heavy for him to shoulder my weight anymore. At this time, I’m about 225 lbs, all muscle. Like I’m crazy fit, but you would never know I weigh that much. You should see me now, I look like an exercise ball. Don’t judge me lol. We stop on the steps of an old abandoned church in our neighborhood. No, we don’t live there anymore, but it’s still ours lol. He’s attempting to call any, and everyone for help. My phone is covered in blood. Can’t use that. His phone won’t make an outgoing call. Jeez, thanks Sprint!! (just joking, I love my Sprint service lol).
Finally, some friends of ours show up, ARMED and ready to make sure that the shooter doesn’t come back to finish me off, but wouldn’t you know it, I die….. On the steps of an old abandoned church…… Damnit Jim!!