We both went for the gun on the floor. We fought - I got the gun and fired a shot to "warn" him he came at me and we ran into the bathroom while on the phone with the police.
He kicked in the door and had a knife and I shot him.

Post edited at 1:19 pm on Oct. 28, 2008 by wOlF

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bums, hobos, and panhandlers -
true stories from the street on www.street-people.com

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My dad was an abuse drug user who had battered my mom and my siblings. He was arrested for assault and was in jail but made bond and came back to the house after we had filed an order of protection.
He broke into the house with a club and was chasing my mother. I stepped between them and we fought. I knocked him down and a gun fell onto the floor from under his jacket. My mother was on the phone with the police.

We both went for the gun on the floor. We fought - I got the gun and fired a shot to "warn" him he came at me and we ran into the bathroom while on the phone with the police.
He kicked in the door and had a knife and I shot him.

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r u serious?!?!?!!?

Post edited at 1:20 pm on Oct. 28, 2008 by wOlF

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madly in love with my man heriberto

However, they all know now that I am better off than them. I saw two of them at a mutual friends bridal shower. Still snobby and pissy. They were at it again with their rude comments about me, I was like that was almost 5 years ago.
But you should have seen their faces fall when I was announced as a bridesmaid and they were not.
The bride even said that I "radiated" with kindness, and everyone agreed.

So I guess I killed them with kindness.

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Who'd ever think you'd go and end up...
Like all the other guys that I've gone and fuccked?

He called one night and i was bitchy like o thats nice, good to kno, then i said i gotta go.

I felt bad so i called bk the night after or so and i left messages saying answer cuz im just gonna keep calling, tha wa the night hh got airlifted to toronto hospital. Other then the pain of thinking he'd die without me saying how sorry i was, when i saw him my heart hit the floor, he wasen't in pain (so drugged up) but he looke so sad. He had a tube in his mouth to breathe so he couldn't speak but he grabbed my hand.....I couldn't stop crying, but i told him i loved him. Then walked out of there. I came bk the next week (my mom wouldnt drive up there everyday) and he wasent responsive, but his eyes were open, blood was gushing from his mouth and into a tube. His eyes were filled with sorrow, crying blood. I felt terrible, and i still havent accepted his death, it doesnt seem real to me. I still call him praying he'll answer, but i just get the machine....He died october 7th of this year.

And I'd say that's my most emotionally painful moment

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[We all start out as strangers. It's the steps to
becoming closer that we need to remember]