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I honest to God was coming home from going to Pet Co. with
my girlfriend and her mother, and we just so happen to come across some cars
positioned very awkwardly across one of the backstreets to our neighborhoods.
At first I thought that there might have been an accident, but as far as I
could see there wasn’t any debris and the cars looked fine. As we approached
closer I thought, maybe someone’s car just stalled out and there were a lot of
people just out there helping the person push their car up to their house. As
we come ever nearer, to my shock and horror I see a large puddle of blood near
the tires of one of the cars. Passing by this final car I see the most
disturbing thing I have ever seen in my life, and hopefully ever will.
There was a man standing there in the middle of the road
surrounded by people yelling and waving their arms, the man, whom I still see
vividly in my mind, was there shuffling around in terrible pain, soaked in
blood. His shirt was drenched and it doesn’t help that it was still pouring out
from his chest and he was coughing up even more. This man not knowing what to
do, barely able to walk passes out, possibly his last moments of life there
right before my eyes, to fall to the ground and crumple up into a very awkward
position on the concrete. The position he fell in indicates to me, that very
possible I saw a man who was a stranger to me, die, instantly, as I watch.
Needless to say this was shocking I couldn’t stop looking,
and my made my best effort to make sure Andrea didn’t have to witness too much
of it. Coming home, I am in shock and am strangely emotionless. Once we start
to talk about what we had just seen, I realize how terrible what I just
witnessed was. Trying to withhold my emotions, I fail and break down. I cry in
a way I have never before in my life experienced. I was in shock, and I wasn’t
about to hide it.
An hour or so later, after going out to Long John Silvers
with Andrea, her mother, and my own, to get my mind off things, we decide to go
back to the scene we had experienced earlier. We wanted to know what had in
fact happened, and if it was finished, and that everything had been solved. We
approach again, nearing up to the soon clear as day police tape, and pull over
to talk to some of my girlfriend’s mother’s friends. We ask her if she knows
anything, and as our luck would have it this lady had just heard from someone
she knew, that they thought he was shot. Shot in the chest, murdered. Within my
girlfriend and my own neighborhood. One note, I should make. It was right at
the end of Yucca Street;
a place that Andrea and I have ALWAYS thought had some “bad shit” going down on
(If you know what I mean).
Well, I just really needed to vent, and I thought maybe you
guys would be here to comfort me. I really need it right now, and I just wanted
to let you guys know, it means everything in the world to me.
Thanks for being there,
Bryan
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