well at least not directly......
Story goes like this I figured some would find this funny, scary or just typical ghettostar material. I deicded to take the light rail (a mini train for those who dont know) to Downtown Sacramento this past Friday on a mission (get this) to buy a 2pac screen t-shirt (as in with a glossy picture of him on the front). So, for the first time, I rode on the train and getting there was no trouble, in fact my suspicions on the number of "ghetto folk" were confirmed as I saw more diversity on this train then my whole school. I landed in Downtown good and enjoyed the signs (even a funny van with "Stop Gay Marriage" and "Canada and the US are evil like Sodomn and Gorra (something biblical I don't know) parked right in front of the capital). Went into the Downtown Plaza Mall, didnt find the shirt I was looking for, but I picked up a Jerry Rice glossy Tee and a pair of black Rocawear denim' instead.
So here is where the ride gets trippy. First I am stranded downtown with hundreds of people waiting because the train breaks down. Calling everybody just in case I need a ride, but luckly the train started again. This is where shit gets really intense. I am on the train, the back of it, wearing my Malcolm X shirt, reading about 2pac for my Social Psychlogy class (you will see the irony of this later) and all of sudden I hear this loud pop. Woman next to me is like, "oh the breaks must have broke" given the fact we waited 45 minutes prior to boarding the train. In the back of my mind I figured that it wasn't the breaks but something more. So they stop the train, and tell us to get on another one coming 5-7 minutes. I walk off the train and look at the window that was in front of me (the seat I sat directly behind), and see the glass cracked. Now I was thinking it might have been a rock, but frankly who could throw a rock that on point to make a crack that defined? Thats when I thought it and the people yelled it behind me "oh my GOD!Thats a gun shot!". Yes, someone must have fired a shot (had to have been low caliber since the glass didnt break) and it was a stray. I dont think anybody "shot at" the train, so it must have been just a stray bullet.
But yea so I could have been shot if the train moved a second slower or I sat in the seat in front of me and if the gun was strong enough to break the "supposed" bullet proof glass". Didnt really think bout it untill I arrived home and had freinds telling me "it would have been sad" if I had got hit in the head and died. Pretty funny how death can really be just around the corner. Just thought I share that with ya'
Story goes like this I figured some would find this funny, scary or just typical ghettostar material. I deicded to take the light rail (a mini train for those who dont know) to Downtown Sacramento this past Friday on a mission (get this) to buy a 2pac screen t-shirt (as in with a glossy picture of him on the front). So, for the first time, I rode on the train and getting there was no trouble, in fact my suspicions on the number of "ghetto folk" were confirmed as I saw more diversity on this train then my whole school. I landed in Downtown good and enjoyed the signs (even a funny van with "Stop Gay Marriage" and "Canada and the US are evil like Sodomn and Gorra (something biblical I don't know) parked right in front of the capital). Went into the Downtown Plaza Mall, didnt find the shirt I was looking for, but I picked up a Jerry Rice glossy Tee and a pair of black Rocawear denim' instead.
So here is where the ride gets trippy. First I am stranded downtown with hundreds of people waiting because the train breaks down. Calling everybody just in case I need a ride, but luckly the train started again. This is where shit gets really intense. I am on the train, the back of it, wearing my Malcolm X shirt, reading about 2pac for my Social Psychlogy class (you will see the irony of this later) and all of sudden I hear this loud pop. Woman next to me is like, "oh the breaks must have broke" given the fact we waited 45 minutes prior to boarding the train. In the back of my mind I figured that it wasn't the breaks but something more. So they stop the train, and tell us to get on another one coming 5-7 minutes. I walk off the train and look at the window that was in front of me (the seat I sat directly behind), and see the glass cracked. Now I was thinking it might have been a rock, but frankly who could throw a rock that on point to make a crack that defined? Thats when I thought it and the people yelled it behind me "oh my GOD!Thats a gun shot!". Yes, someone must have fired a shot (had to have been low caliber since the glass didnt break) and it was a stray. I dont think anybody "shot at" the train, so it must have been just a stray bullet.
But yea so I could have been shot if the train moved a second slower or I sat in the seat in front of me and if the gun was strong enough to break the "supposed" bullet proof glass". Didnt really think bout it untill I arrived home and had freinds telling me "it would have been sad" if I had got hit in the head and died. Pretty funny how death can really be just around the corner. Just thought I share that with ya'
