To put it quite simply, I was almost shot today. If any of you are familiar with the City of Chicago, you know what the "L" is. It`s an Elevated train system that goes through the city. Much like a Sub Way, Only it`s above ground most of the time. Well, Myself, and several friends were riding the "L" home after a show. We were talking, minding our buisness, ETC, when a Black Man, about 5`9" and 150 Pounds, approaches us, telling us to give him Ciggerettes. I refuse, as does the rest of my group. Then, He asks us for money, again, we refuse. Then, he begins yelling about the way we were dressed, b*tching about Punk Rock, and punching a window. He then called over his friend, another Black Man, about 6`0" , 200 pounds. The first guy, proceeds to wrest my friend`s phone from his hand. My friend and I demand it back, and I started getting up, thinking that I could take the guy, and would simply get the phone back by force. He stops, and asks us if we want to get shot. And starts pulling a Hand Gun from his sweat shirt. He tells us he has another as well.
He walked away, and got off the train with a free phone. I walked away still alive.
I love my city, and for the most part, like the people in it. I`ve had knives pulled on me before, because I stand up for myself, and people are afraid of that. But I find myself wondering. What had happened if he had pulled it a second later? What if I had attacked him as I was about to? I`d not be here now, and that fact frightens me. I can and have stopped knives before, but you can`t stop a bullet. A bullet is eternal. A Bullet can end all, very quickly.
So I, Don/Travvivian, Go to bed. Feeling less than ever, feelings of love for my fellow man. And more than ever, my own mortality.
Sorry for telling you all this. But I still don`t know how to react to this.
T
TravvivianOP