Long Days And Nights @ MindSay

Hello and howdy all!

Many of you may know already thanks to my best bud Myclette but I was involved in a minor incident.  Well it is only minor in hindsight. At the time it was terribly frightening and seriously scarey.  I got off the bus in my old neighborhood on the way to the mall there.  Well the mall has many abandoned anchor store lots so it is pretty desolate around the back of the mall (where the bus lets you off of course).  I was looking down at my bus schedule when I rounded a corner and nearly walked right smack into the back of a woman being held up at gun point. 

I looked up and said out loud "Awww Shit."  I was genuinely annoyed because damn-it I had a million things to do, the womam clearly didn't have anything to make this douch-bag's efforts worth the trouble and she had a 3 year old son holding on to her leg and crying.  Lastly and most significantly, I have been on the business end of a gun too many fuckin time for my comfort, pardon my language.

The dude looks at me and says

"What the fuck are you looking at Bitch?"

I instinctively put my hands up and said "I aint lookin at nothing dude. I'm just trying to get to where I'm going.  Just calm down and nobody has to get hurt or anything.  Why don't you let the little kid go around the corner, you wouldn't want him to see something like this."

I wish I was as calm as I sounded but I was terribly worried that some kid's mom was gonna die and I really didn't wanna witness that.  I am slightly concerned that I was not more worried for my own safety but I guess that is something I have to think about some more on my own. Anyway...... the dude said..

"Shut up bitch or I will fuck you up. You wanna die today, bitch?!"

"No, nobody wants to die today man. Why don't you calm down and just stop waving that gun around."

"Fuck you whore (well he said Ho'), get down on the fucking ground, now."

"No. Do whatever you are gonna do but I can't get down on the ground."  (All I could think was that if he was gonna kill me he was gonna look me in the face and do it. I don't know why)

 "Why are you robbing somebody who is obviously poor too. Hell the three of us are poor , why are you robbing other poor people?" 

Not that he should be robbing the rich of course but how fuckin flawed is the logic behind robbing people as bad off as you.

"Bitch I said to get down on the ground god- damn-it and shut the fuck up!"

"You probably live in the same complex man, let the kid go around the corner so he at least can't see the fuckin gun man.  You really want a kid to see you holding a gun on him mamma?" 

This must have done something cuz he lowered his gun hand and I threw my heavy ass book bag full of literature books at him, he fell the gun fell out of his had. He jumped up swinging and made contact with my shoulder, knocking me into the side of the building, my head made contact with the wall.  I didnt see  what happened next really just him on the ground being beaten with the butt of a gun by this tiny little woman who was screaming and crying and pounding him good. I was sure to let my foot make contact with him as well then I grabbed her screaming son and tried to calm him down while I called the cops on my cell (You would not believe how I protested getting a cell-phone at first! :P).

It's a rough area and the police came immediately. They jumped out of the car drawing there guns on the angry woman who was still teaching this dude a lesson. I yelled at them, NO, she is the victim!

They finally pulled her off and took us all to the station to make sense of the situation.  I had a killer headache and went to the hospital to find that I tensed so much during the ordeal that I am now having muscle spasms for which I received muscle relaxers and anti-inflammatory medication.

I texted Myclette about everything asking her not to panic, which of course was an absurd request because if she had sent me a similar message I would certainly have been upset. 

I recieved a lecture from the cops about not provoking dangerous criminals. But what is the alternative? He went on to say that even though the gun had no bullets doesn't mean anything. For all we knew at the time he could have very well had bullets.  True, no argument there but I don't know, I've been threatened with a gun before and this was different.  UGH! I have been threatened with a gun more than enough for a million lifetimes.  The other times I didn't offer a bunch of dialogue but I did physically defend myself and a friend. That gun had bullets and I could have been killed.  What does that say about me?  Am I gravitating toward trouble or am I routing it out where I find it?  I am seriously freaked out by this incident when I think of it in conjuction with others.  The other times were a stupid drunk ex-boyfriend and a cop who accosted me on my way home from school one day when I was 14.  I was fine both those time as well (except for the emotional scars left by the fucking ass-hole cop).

What is an environgirl to do? Move to my shack in the woods writing angry letters to my government under a bare bulb with loaded rifle propped against the door or continue to fight it out in the trenches?  This was an absurd incident and I am thoroughly pissed.

Thanks Myclette for making look good cuz I certainly dont feel good.  I have to do something but I don't know what and I don't know where.  I tell you this much, my new philosophy to be open about how I feel about loved ones and otherwise seems well advised. If it had been my time to meet my maker, I would certainly know that everyone important to me knows that they are...indeed quite important. Strawberry crushes included.

How about a poem or rather a quote:

To live is so startling it leaves little time for anything else.
-  Emily Dickinson

In Kindness and Light

Goddess Bless