BacktoBasics
08-02-2007, 02:47 PM
I think I'm going to throw up.
I was riding home from work today in my car, listening to music and not paying attention to anything. As I was stopping at a stop sign, a coworker of mine in the back started screaming. I looked back and saw her pointing out the window, and I followed her stare. Out in an unfenced cul-de-sac were 3 guys. Two of them standing, one of them was on the ground bloody. The taller of the two men had a baseball bat and was about ready to smash it into his head again, when they realized we were looking at them. As I called 911 the other man, who hadnt been doing anything, took a pistol out of his jacket and shot the guy in the head. At this point we were in shock and glued to the morbid scene. The two men got into a car and sped off. When I came home I was visibly shaken. My mom was there visiting my wife and my daughter. I told them what I had just seen. Then my mom got scared, she said "You're moving with your auntie and uncle to Bel-Air." I whistled for a cab and when it came near, the license plate said "Fresh" and it had dice in the mirror. If anything I could say that this cab was rare but I thought "Nah, forget it, Yo homes, to Bel-Air!" I pulled up to the house about seven or eight and I yelled to the cabby, "Yo homes, smell ya later!" I looked at my kingdom, I was finally there, to sit on my throne as the prince of Bel-Air.
I was riding home from work today in my car, listening to music and not paying attention to anything. As I was stopping at a stop sign, a coworker of mine in the back started screaming. I looked back and saw her pointing out the window, and I followed her stare. Out in an unfenced cul-de-sac were 3 guys. Two of them standing, one of them was on the ground bloody. The taller of the two men had a baseball bat and was about ready to smash it into his head again, when they realized we were looking at them. As I called 911 the other man, who hadnt been doing anything, took a pistol out of his jacket and shot the guy in the head. At this point we were in shock and glued to the morbid scene. The two men got into a car and sped off. When I came home I was visibly shaken. My mom was there visiting my wife and my daughter. I told them what I had just seen. Then my mom got scared, she said "You're moving with your auntie and uncle to Bel-Air." I whistled for a cab and when it came near, the license plate said "Fresh" and it had dice in the mirror. If anything I could say that this cab was rare but I thought "Nah, forget it, Yo homes, to Bel-Air!" I pulled up to the house about seven or eight and I yelled to the cabby, "Yo homes, smell ya later!" I looked at my kingdom, I was finally there, to sit on my throne as the prince of Bel-Air.