April 9th, 2004. I was walking home from a bar drinking a 40 after the bar closed at 2 am. I was walking down my block and i heard a fast pitter patter behind me...i turned around and some nikka was running up on me wearing a ski mask and had a chrome gun telling me to give my shyt up.
I threw my 40 at him and started booking....i heard a pop and felt a sting in my leg and kept running to my crib. This nikka shot me in my right thigh from at least a half a block away

It went in the back and came out the front...i was banging on the door and my mom dukes saw me and all the blood and started bawling...she called the ambulance...i went outside and called again cause they were taking too long, and i was feeling woozy.
its weird....all the blood was coming out of where the bullet went it...i had on dikkies pants and the blood was soaking all over the back right leg....where the bullet came out was just a little dab of blood in the front
but, i had all my money, couldnt walk for a month, my weed dealer felt sorry for me and was delivering to me and giving me extra bags off top, and the victims compensation fund of pennsylvania asked me for a pay stub to prove how much i made an hour and i got a check in the mail a few months later for 1300 bucks from them for missing work for being the victim of a crime
The lesson? Don't walk around north Philly at 2 am...even if its your own hood