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My side of the story.
I was just chillen in the backyard and I saw the adults of the party in the front yard. I'm the only completely sober one. I hear someone screaming bloody murder. It was piercing. Absolutely piercing. I knew something was going on in the front yard, but the music was far too loud to comprehend everything so quickly. BANGBANGBANG! Everyone fucking runs. Everyone jumped the back wall into an old persons back yard and then through their gate to go out to the street. My stupid ass boot gets stuck on something so I'm struggling to get over the wall and at the same time there is a little boy getting over the wall. We successfully cleared the wall, made it out onto the street and continued to hear the gun shots. Two women let us into their home because we were so frightened. I knew shit was going down but all I could do was worry about the eight year old kid who couldn't find his parents.
It turns out that the little boys dad shot and killed two people. The two people were his mother and another man. I had to hold this little boy in my arms and tell him I didn't know what the hell happened to his mom or dad. I didn't know anything and then when I found out what happened, I didn't have the heart to tell the little boy that his dad killed his mom. This is horrible. I hate things right now.
I'm suppose to be on channel 10 news tonight at 9.
ugh. i hate this shit.
I was just chillen in the backyard and I saw the adults of the party in the front yard. I'm the only completely sober one. I hear someone screaming bloody murder. It was piercing. Absolutely piercing. I knew something was going on in the front yard, but the music was far too loud to comprehend everything so quickly. BANGBANGBANG! Everyone fucking runs. Everyone jumped the back wall into an old persons back yard and then through their gate to go out to the street. My stupid ass boot gets stuck on something so I'm struggling to get over the wall and at the same time there is a little boy getting over the wall. We successfully cleared the wall, made it out onto the street and continued to hear the gun shots. Two women let us into their home because we were so frightened. I knew shit was going down but all I could do was worry about the eight year old kid who couldn't find his parents.
It turns out that the little boys dad shot and killed two people. The two people were his mother and another man. I had to hold this little boy in my arms and tell him I didn't know what the hell happened to his mom or dad. I didn't know anything and then when I found out what happened, I didn't have the heart to tell the little boy that his dad killed his mom. This is horrible. I hate things right now.
I'm suppose to be on channel 10 news tonight at 9.
ugh. i hate this shit.