by uebermann » Thu May 23, 2013 7:51 am
We were in a gang shootout in my hometown (Pasadena) back in uh 95 or 96. I forget which it was.
My brother and I went to a Taco Bell in town with some friends after a football game and a gang fight broke out inside. We were like "ok, lets get the hell outta here," so we got up and left and were about 3 feet from our cars when guns started firing in the parking lot. We all ran and dove in our cars and got the hell outta there.
It was the ONE time my dad let us go somewhere after a game (usually, it was a 9pm curfew) so my brother and I swore we'd never say anything about it, else our parents would never let us go out again.