So, I could have very, very easily been murdered today.
I found myself Downtown this afternoon. Not L.A. Live, more the residential neighborhoods. I was wrapping up my affairs as a nearby high school was letting out.
One set of boys walking down the street I was on starts shit talking another set of boys passing by. The first reaction is of course, ‘Kids.’
The conversation gets a little more heated. I start paying closer attention. The instigator in the first group keeps saying over and over, ‘But you ain’t gonna do nothing! But you ain’t gonna do nothin!’
There was a Mexican cat around my age in the parking lot as well. We caught each other eyes; it was a telepathic ‘Oh shit, I know where this is heading. I hope I’m wrong but…’
We turned back around in time to see that silver in the other boy’s hand briefly shine in the sunlight…
I yelled ‘GET DOWN’ and instinctively grabbed the two women nearest to me and pulled them to the ground. People started scattering. And running.
Today, the gun ‘worked’, in the sense that seeing it was enough to make the first boy and his crew run out of shooting range and make the obligatory ‘wait until next time’ threats. No shots were fired.
When the adrenaline rush died down, there wasn’t much hanging around to take a second chance on being innocent bystanders in someone else’s beef. The shock of it is worse than anything else.
This wasn’t Friday or Saturday night. This isn’t ‘running with the wrong crowd.’ I’m not afraid of death, but this, in no way shape or form, was my fight. This is just being in the right place at the absolutely worse possible time.
I’m fine, truly. But tonight, again, I say the things I try to live by:
Make sure your family knows you love them.
Make sure your people know you’re down for them.
Chase your passions.
Be your authentic self.
Live your life fully.
Because you have NO idea when your time will be up…