Life is a truly splendid thing it is. Even in it’s horrible moments, those times truly do help define us as people if we are strong enough to make it through to the other side. Yes I truly believe that. I do. Also? Nothing makes you appreciate life more than nearly having that shyt snatched away from you by some freak accident or circumstance that for all intent and purposes, probably could and should have been your final moments on this here plane of existence. Lord know I have a FEW!
Here is one such tale….
Back when I lived in Detroit, my older brother’s friend: Bryan, was sick and tired of being bullied and jumped on by one of the local thugs. It was Detroit so there were lots of thugs to choose from, but the one Bryan especially hated was that fool: Pookie. I’m not even lying…his name was Pookie..Pook Dawgs what they called him.
Anyway, we were walking from Grand river up Ward street when of course as always, Pookie ‘n nem were chilling on the corner doing whatever it is n*ggas did on the corner in the mid 80’s. I was like 11 so I had no idea. Pookie started picking with and pushing Bryan when all of a sudden Bryan took out a gun and pointed it at Pookie who stood there like it meant nothing. I remember Pookie doing a “what chu gone do with THAT, lil Nigga” monologue session for what felt like an eternity whilst Bryan’s hands shook from fear, the weight of the gun and or the weight of the consequences of this action. I remember Pookie saying something about the fact that the next time he saw Bryan, he was gonna kill Bryan and his family and that’s when that loud POP POP POP went off from the gun. I ran as fast as my lil fat- ass could muster with my brother ahead of me telling me to come on! I was following him as fast as I could but like Lot’s wife, I couldn’t help but turn to look behind me to see just what had happened. I saw Bryan standing there over Pookie and Pookie laying in the street twitching.
There would be no reprisals from Pookie. He would not appear in the next issue.
When we finally got to the alley where we were “safe”, I remember my brother; Ken pointing at me and yelling if i was ok. I didn’t understand why he was freaking out at the time but when I looked myself over, I saw Blood rushing down my arm. I was shocked! I looked to my arm to see why I was bleeding only for me to discover that I had a gash under my arm. I had been Grazed by one of the bullets. I remembered that I was in fact behind Pookie like a fool when they were talking which has to be the dumbest place to be at a time like that…behind the person who is the target. I also recalled when the shots started, i DID feel a burning sensation on my arm but I was so scared at the time, all I wanted to do was run.
I still have the scar from that ish.
We never told our parents what happened because we weren’t supposed to even be out of the backyard whilst our parents were at work. But soon as our great grandma took a nap, we hit the streets.
Not only did i see a kid become a killer that day, and another kid killed….. that was almost MY last day on this damn earth.
That’s not even my only or worst story like that. Between the ages of 3 and 30, I have been nearly dead so many damn times. So many “that coulda ended differently” moments that have made me wanna buy myself a hallmark card and some chocolates n shyt. Wooooo Lord.
None of them compare to the damn scary Irish girl. But that’s a story for another day.
What’s your: “I shoulda been dead ” moment…