THE BALLAD or THE BULLET PART 2

As I walked home measuring my steps carefully not wanting to get winded or allow my heart to beat any faster than it already was.I knew I was fortunate that I hadn't had anything to drink or indulge in any narcotics because all that would have allowed my heart to beat faster and I would have bleed out before I made it home. So by the time I got home I realized that i need to move quickly before I lost to much blood now remember this was all before the CSI  revolution so I  was still careful not to drop any blood and I walk straight into my apartment and right into the shower, stripped naked there and began to see what was going on my head had stopped bleeding which meant the bleed had coagulated and that was fine but the bullet wound in my chest was still seeping slowly which meant I needed medical attention. So I got out of the shower and redressed in another set of clothes, went into the bathroom with the trash bag I had and gathering up all of my bloody clothes careful not to leave anything. Then I did the stupidest thing I panicked don't know why but i did, so I went down the street about 8 blocks to where my mom was you see even the coldest killer still runs to his mom in time of need, now it's about1 in the morning and I am knocking on her door.She says whats wrong and I tell her I am hungry so she starts cursing like she always does but she does it but she does it and then she notices the spot on my shirt and sees the wound thats when all hell brakes loose. When I tell her ,she makes me either go to the hospital or she is calling the police. So sadly I took my ass to the hospital interesting note[ never get in a taxi with an immigrant when you are in trouble because when i got to the hospital  i asked him to take me to the emergency room entrance because i had been shot. he starts cursing in some language so strange i thought he was summoning his god . I tell him to hold on as i am getting out so i can get his change and he just speeds off.CAN YOU SAY LACK OF GREEN CARD. So i get the how can i help you that's when this nurse hits some dam panic button and about 5 people run out throw my ass on a gurney and roll me into the emergency room and i start cursing telling them hold on I got here under my own power [ THEY KNEW BUT THEY COULDN'T PROVE A DAM THING NEXT CHAPTER

THE BALLAD or THE BULLET

Let it be known that I have shot people and that is nothing to be proud of and have been shot during the course of an attempted stick up. Mind you i was always taught that if you are in that position reliquish all and hope that he has enough mercy not to shoot you dead but youth and the non fear of death made me see it otherwise.I was about 23 about 320lbs of pure dam nasty never took a short or gave one when slinging drugs that was before i got into the business part. but one night evidently someone had been watching me for a while i got comfortable where i was and thought that a was safe.It was about 9:00 pm I remember because i never went on the block before that time didn't want anyones kids seeing what i was doing after about an 1/2 hour this guy comes up to me to by something remember they had been watching so as i bent down he cracks me right in the face with his pistol and blood starts gushing every where and he says give me everything you got. At that split second everything went out the window all reason and I gave him every thing i had which consisted of 4, 38 caliber bullets and as I was squeezing off shot after shot he caught me once with his gun. Now remember who ever was watching me didn't know I had a weapon because i was always taught if you ain't gonna use it never pull it out. His 1 shot hit me point blank range in the chest I NEVER FELT IT, but as i continued to fire the thing i remeber most was the shocked look in his eyes it didn't help any that i cursed his dumb ass out and told him that if he hadn't have hit me i wouldv'e given him everything then i just took off running until i was far enough away to slow down. It's strange the things you remember in times of great turmoil, I remembered not to panic, control my breathing and measure my steps so as i came up on the otherside head gushing with blood and my chest wet I walked slowly home which was about 12 blocks and as i was walking police cars rolled past me. I never broke what little stride I could manage . On the way to my place i stopped and was able to hide my merchandice and weapon for later retreival. Now this is not a story to help me make my way to heaven but to clear my path for redemption and these stories are the reasons why I can tell the difference between a fire cracker and a 9mm, the difference between a mac 10 and a 380. These are not just  ghetto fairy tales