This happened when I was going to turn 16 years old, and I remember it like it was yesterday:
My family and I were going to church, but we had to go pump some gas at Oasis first. My grandma told me to pay $20 for the gas and as soon as I got in line, a grown-ass man with tattoos ALL over his arms, skipped me, I said to him, “Excuse me, there’s a line,” and he says; “I know, so why are you skipping me?” I answered his question WITH a question, “SKIPPING? Look who’s talking, I’m over here in line, trying to pay for my grandma’s gas and you’re saying I’M skipping?”
I let him go pay for his gas before I paid for my grandma.
I told my mother and grandma what had happened, and they were asking me what he looked like, I told them, and my mom got into it with the man. As soon as I hear the man call my mother a “drunk bitch,” I said to myself, “THAT’S IT! ENOUGH IS ENOUGH!” I budded in the grown folk’s business. I was going psycho on him, I said, “YOU FUCK WITH MY MOTHER, YOU FUCK WITH ME FIRST!”
My mom told me to get back in the truck, but I didn’t. I kept on going psycho.
Once I got back in the truck, the man got in his car, and started following us all the way to the freeway.
I said “NOW HE’S REALLY ASKING FOR IT!” My mom heard me and she asks me what I’m talking about, and I tell her that the man’s following us…
I got out of the truck, ask the man why the fuck was he following us, but he didn’t answer me. Instead of going psycho on the man, I go WORSE than psycho, on him; I was fist fighting the man, after a few punches, he pulled out his gun, he pulls the trigger from the gun one time away from me, and a bullet came out, and he asks me if I have any last words, and I say, “go ahead, put a target on my forehead, you can fire but you’ve got no more bullets.” He pulls the trigger again, but nothing came out. Somebody from the freeway came out, it was a cop, and it was a miracle. My mom waved him down and yelled “HELP!”
I was telling the cop what had happened from beginning to end, and the cop arrested the man for LIFE, and I was so glad that the man got arrested, cause what if the man did have something in his gun? It would’ve been my last night on Earth. I’m just happy that I got away with my life…
Author: Nathan Mendez