I was shot at 30 years ago in New York city during the crack epidemic by a gang of punks who tried to pick a fight with me at a McDonalds around 2 am. They followed me outside to my car and bent my windshield wipers, bent the antennae because nothing shows how tough you are than you and 4 of your friends trying to start a fight with one guy. So I didn’t respond to them so as not to escalate, got in my car drove slowly out as they kicked it, oh yes and broke my sideveiw mirror, then I made the mistake of losing my cool telling them I was going to “come back here and f**kin kill them”, WHOOPS! What’s the absolute wrong thing to say when you don’t have a gun and they do?
Yep, so they started shooting at me as I was peeling out of there and then a few blocks away thinking I was safe, who should pull up along side me? THEY DID! How about that! And for the next 30 minutes I was trying to lose them, going over 100 mph down the Henry Hudson pkwy. Where’s a cop when you need one? Nowhere to be found! Of course, I was zipping through red lights, through intersections trying to lose them, and when they were closer “pop pop pop” just like something out of a movie. And a few times I thought I was dead as I would see cars ahead of me, thinking it was traffic, if I got stuck in traffic I was dead. Then I would go around it, on the sidewalk, make a U turn then zip north on the pkwy again, up and down. And guess what was on my mind that entire time? I WISH TO GOD I HAD A GUN! PLEASE GOD LET ME HAVE A GUN! Because I knew if they stopped me without question I would have been a sitting duck and I would have been dead.
Finally going south, this was in Manhattan NY by the way, I took a risk in the west village and went down this street where a truck was backing up, around the meat packing district, went around it and it blocked them off and I was out of there. I went to the cops but I could barely talk, my mouth was dry as a bone, and my legs were shaking like a leaf and they were like big deal, yawn and had me fill out a police report. Unreal.
It’s no fun knowing you could be minutes away from death, no fun being absolutely helpless. So when I hear this kid going around demanding gun control, I’m telling myself, something don’t jibe here. Gun control was the FURTHEST thing from my mind after my situation. I just wanted to get a gun more than anything, that was #1 on my priority even months, years afterwards. I was just thinking never again, NEVER ever ever ever again would I ever be caught in that situation where some scum sucking mofo punks would have power like that over my life. This kid in my opinion is being coached.
Fortunate for you that this gang was in a toying-around mood. They wanted to lay the scare on you not really kill you — or you’d have been dead.