The One Where I Could Have Died....

Last Thursday night (the 27th) I was driving home from my parents house. I was going down the 605 freeway when I heard what sounded like a backfire behind me. It happened a second time, this time a little closer. I looked around expecting to find some old clunker out there, but they were all newer cars that shouldn't be making sounds like that.

That's when a car came speeding past me. As he was passing, I heard the noise again real loud and saw a small flash from the top of the car's mostly rolled up window. a bad sound came from my car as well. I was trying to figure out what happened, when I watched the car pass another car and a truck up ahead. Both times he passed them, there was another flash and loud pop sound.

I got off at the next exit (the one I wanted anyway), and pulled into a gas station. The headlight was all cracked and pushed in on the side. I'm pretty sure I got shot at! I drove home a little shaken. When I went to work the next day, I found out that a certain widespread gang was having their initiation week. There had been shootings on a couple other freeways as well.

Luckily there wasn't much damage. If I ever decide to become a gangsta, I now have a little street cred. My brother asked if I had at least thrown up my sign (whatever it may be) at them before they got away. I guess I'll have to remember that for next time. For now, I'm just glad that they didn't have good aim.