I once sat on my front porch and watched a drive-by shooting. I was staying in Savannah with the ex, and we were sitting on the second floor porch of the house. (Actually, you can see the house in the movie “Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil”.) There was a chinese restaurant on the corner that was owned and operated by a bunch of black guys. They were really cool, and they had some damn good soul food on the side.
Well, apparently someone either working there or eating there pissed someone else off. We watched the car roll up our street really slowly, which was kind of odd, as most kids on the street hauled boogie until the stop sign. He/she pulled across the intersection, and a shotgun came out of the passenger window. It all seemed like it was happening in slow motion. They shot the guy almost point blank, as he was only a few feet away from them. It was scary as hell.
I’ve also had a friend that was tripping on acid pull a loaded .357 on me and put it up to my head. (You know how people hold hostages in movies? That’s what it was like.) He told me that he thought it would be really cool to see my brains go flying across the room. It took my other friends 20 minutes to convince him that his idea was not cool. :rolleyes: That’s why I don’t like guns.