innocentdevil
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I was in Stockton with my mother, and we were riding around and i saw a man getting beat with a sludge hammer by another guy...I was 13
How old were you when you saw your first incident of serious violence?
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SirShaktus
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When I was like 9 or 10, was walking my younger brother (7 or 8) from school after taking the bus.
Some dude who TOWERED over my 5'4" ass walked by the both of us with the
face...
He walked up to some kid across the street a little older than him and screamed for the kid to take off his jacket. I heard the kid say something like 'I can't because my mom bought me this jacket' and the tall dude pulled a gun from his waist and shot him dead center in the chest.
He peeled the jacket off of him and walked past me and my brother and stared death at the both of us.
I saw the jacket had a hole in the back with a little blood around the edges. I didn't go over to the kid, but I heard him. He was whimpering... it was like a wounded dog. That sound still haunts my dreams, even after 10+ years.
I went in our house and told my mom what happened; she just walked in the house and didn't hear the shot. she scrambled to look out the window (he was across the street, about 3 houses down) and called 911... we lived in a mixed area, so the ambulance came in like 10 minutes.
A latina woman walking her dog and my mom went outside to comfort the boy til the ambulance arrived... while the bougie ass nikka whose house the kid was in front of only looked out his window.
My mom dusted herself off, washed her hands, grabbed me and my two younger brothers, and started crying.
All that stuff didn't really register til that moment. I started crying my eyes out.
Also heard the kid who got shot lived, got a baseball scholarship and never came back.
The nikka who shot him is smoked out, wandering the streets of LA.
my bad on writing so damn much.
Some dude who TOWERED over my 5'4" ass walked by the both of us with the
face...He walked up to some kid across the street a little older than him and screamed for the kid to take off his jacket. I heard the kid say something like 'I can't because my mom bought me this jacket' and the tall dude pulled a gun from his waist and shot him dead center in the chest.
He peeled the jacket off of him and walked past me and my brother and stared death at the both of us.
I saw the jacket had a hole in the back with a little blood around the edges. I didn't go over to the kid, but I heard him. He was whimpering... it was like a wounded dog. That sound still haunts my dreams, even after 10+ years.
I went in our house and told my mom what happened; she just walked in the house and didn't hear the shot. she scrambled to look out the window (he was across the street, about 3 houses down) and called 911... we lived in a mixed area, so the ambulance came in like 10 minutes.
A latina woman walking her dog and my mom went outside to comfort the boy til the ambulance arrived... while the bougie ass nikka whose house the kid was in front of only looked out his window.
My mom dusted herself off, washed her hands, grabbed me and my two younger brothers, and started crying.
All that stuff didn't really register til that moment. I started crying my eyes out.
Also heard the kid who got shot lived, got a baseball scholarship and never came back.
The nikka who shot him is smoked out, wandering the streets of LA.
my bad on writing so damn much.