Thoughts to ponder....Bradenton style
Last night I looked down the barrel of a gun. I went out for drinks with the roomie and Matt, at this little hole in the wall place up the road. I was having a good time just shooting pool and chilling, no problems or tension anywhere. We left around 1 ish, I think. Pulling through the parking lot, the roomie noticed an acquaintance of hers arguing with her boyfriend. The roomie slowed down to ask if she was ok, and the boyfriend raised his hand to hit the girlfriend. Me, just being Teddy, immediately jump out of the car to intervene. Sorry, but no man gets to hit a woman while I'm there. Well, drunk redneck boyfriend guy pulls out a gun, and points it straight at me. I didn't blink. I stared straight at him as I backed away and into the bar to get help. Called the cops, but who knows if they got him or not.
So, now I deal with it. I'm alive. He didn't shoot me, he's not looking for me. I jumped in trying to be the hero, and sometimes, there are extreme consequences. I will remember this, but I will not let it divert me from my goals. I drank heavily for about 12 hours straight, but I will not drown the memories. Because, in the end, all it really was was just a bad memory.
So, now I deal with it. I'm alive. He didn't shoot me, he's not looking for me. I jumped in trying to be the hero, and sometimes, there are extreme consequences. I will remember this, but I will not let it divert me from my goals. I drank heavily for about 12 hours straight, but I will not drown the memories. Because, in the end, all it really was was just a bad memory.