Go for Cover

The kid across the street pulled a little girls pants down. Her brother was the leader of the local gang. He went behind the kids house and emptied his 357 magnum into the back of the house. A bullet went through the kitchen through a hallway out through a window in the front door and into our house through the livingroom window and stuck in the wall.

We moved a month later.

I was sitting on the porch one day. All of a sudden about 15 or 20 cars with DEA agents came up to the house across the street. There was a guy walking up to the house and suddenly he was laying face down on the ground handcuffed.

Agents had their big old door buster and they were trying to break down the door. It would not budge. They went to the back and could not get in. They tried the windows and still could not get in. They took their prisoner, got in their cars and drove off.

Five minutes later the dealer came out of his house and sat on the front porch. He Lit up a joint. A neighbor came over with a six pack and they enjoyed the beautiful summer day.

A couple of weeks later I was sitting on the front porch with my girlfriend, her cousin and a friend. A big old Buick pulls up to the house same house and the people in the car open fire on the house. We dive for cover. The Buick speeds off.

Five minutes later the dealer came out of his house and sat on the front porch. He Lit up a joint. A neighbor came over with a six pack and they enjoyed the beautiful summer day.

I was stopped at a stoplight. It was 2:30 am and the bars were closing. I was next to a police car and suddenly a shoot out started at the White Castle on the other side of the intersection my side of the street. They were shooting at the police car. Everyone turned around at one time and blended into the on coming traffic. None of the cars hit each other.

I was in the Chicago Lounge. There was shooting down the street. The owner locked the door. People came up to the door and knocked. No one let them in because for all we knew they could be the shooters. The shoot out was at my favorite coney island. One person was shot.

I was waiting for a bus with 5 other people, looked like Santa, just before Christmas. I was sitting in the shelter and there was a drive by and the bullet missed me by 2 inches. After we got off the ground the others looked where I was sitting then at me. I said, “I guess someone hates Santa Clause.” and everyone laughed.

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