Ever have a gun aimed at your face?



A number of times by people who were dumb with guns but they weren't intending on shooting me, they just weren't paying attention. There was once with a cop, though. I was driving home from school when I was 19 or 20 and my vehicle matched the description of a vehicle that had just robbed a bank like one town over. He pulled me over and was all yo motherfucker get on the ground. I was about to shit my pants. It probably didn't help that I carried my books in a black duffle bag that was sitting in the passenger seat.
 
Countless times. I know there are times it has happened that I don't remember. The few times that do stand out to me are below.

Four times by the police.

Was robbed at gunpoint in an apartment parking lot.

Had a home invasion when I was selling dope. Ended up naked in a bathtub with a gun at my head. Seriously thought my time had come.
 
Scared? Amazingly, not as scared as you would think.

I think about this situation from time to time and I always come to the conclusion that I wouldn't be shitting my pants. Not because I'm "brave" or stupid, mind you... I just think that in the heat of the moment I'd be too out of it to register what's really going and what might be about to happen.
 
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Keene's shocked at all this.
 
There was a time in my younger days when I was an unchivalrous, dastardly street urchin. One time I got in a gun fight with a a mentally retarded dwarf with wide-set eyes and a wheelchair bound cripple.

Luckily for me, the cripple wasn't able to muster up the capacity to pull the trigger and the dwarfs goofy eyes prevented it from drawing an accurate bead on my precise location.

I was able to escape unscathed.
 
I was at a party once, ill skip the back story, but there was about 15 of us standing in a driveway and we saw a car drive by with the kid involved in the back story so we threw rocks at the car and it stopped....he got out of the car by himself in front of 15 dudes started walking towards us and pulled out a gun....we all ran like fucking crazy, I ran through the neighborhood and heard gun shots, some people ran inside the house and the kid shot out the windows. No one got hurt but it was pretty fucking scary.
 
Twice, first time at age 9 by some other kid who I had a few scuffles with, he was going somewhere to do something with it but he saw me playing basketball and wanted to scare me. I was scared but didn't show, just stared at him and then he left for whatever his original plan was.

Second time at age 12 by a grown man because me and my best friend were trying to sneak into a hood bar and he thought were "messing with his woman", still confused about that one to this day but the gun was awesome, silver pearl handled revolver. He probably just wanted show his gun off, lol.
 
I was involved in two separate occasions were guns were brought out.
We were teens, I always thought it was stupid. That someone would bring guns to a fight. I know one on one, you a bitch. But I must admit its not a comfy feeling when you know your life is in danger like that.
Glad shit didnt hit the fan both times. I had friends that eventually got their own guns. By that time I just wanted to make money and learn, good for me.
 
Countless times. I know there are times it has happened that I don't remember. The few times that do stand out to me are below.

Four times by the police.

Was robbed at gunpoint in an apartment parking lot.

Had a home invasion when I was selling dope. Ended up naked in a bathtub with a gun at my head. Seriously thought my time had come.

I don't know, is it me or does anyone find this hard to believe.
 
lol oh rly? We got a gangsta in our midst. He will show no hesitation to pop off, and when he does pop off he goes for the headshot - fuck. Beware WickedFire.

haha, I was drunk when I wrote that. I don't even own a gun. But it was pretty scary because the guy was my weed man back in the day, so it wasn't too far fetched to think he'd have a gun lying around, or a reason to rob somebody. And I was high at the time.
 
Great reponses in this thread.

Oh fwiw...


Nah, I blew that dude's mind -- he saw that it was the truth. I really didn't care if I lived or died when I was street racing. And this was after a race he lost.

I sensed he Almost pulled the trigger right after I said that. I turned my head to look at at his boys and I said "how you fellas doin?"


But no, I wasn't in the least bit scared. I scared myself driving the fuck outta there though.
 
There was a time in my younger days when I was an unchivalrous, dastardly street urchin. One time I got in a gun fight with a a mentally retarded dwarf with wide-set eyes and a wheelchair bound cripple.

Luckily for me, the cripple wasn't able to muster up the capacity to pull the trigger and the dwarfs goofy eyes prevented it from drawing an accurate bead on my precise location.

I was able to escape unscathed.

Was the dwarf Bushwick Bill?
 
Fairly surprised by all of these stories - maybe it is true that internet marketing is the last resort for all manner of felons, deviants, and others that are on the outskirts of society.