Shooting
This started fall of 1988 and ended early 1989. I was told recently that I fooled all of you into thinking I’m a nice guy. From someone that knew how I was then it made sense to think that way. But, I’m not that person anymore. I was told I was controlling, I’d argue that one but not here. One thing is for sure I was quick to get angry. That has changed in the past 19 years.
One snowy day in November; I was taking the ex girlfriend home from the mall before I went to work. At the stop sign near her house 2 guys from down the street wanted to ski off the back of the car. It’s a thing people do, in the summer they would use skate boards and hold on to cars. We exchanged some words that ended with them saying F’ing make me; then I grabbed my crow bar* and chased them to their house. More words were exchanged by the ex’s house when they came out with their older brother. @ Nothing much happened at this time.
About 6 weeks later I was picking the ex up to go somewhere when a bunch of guys jumped out with baseball bats. They came at the car swinging. It was a one-way street with cars parked on one side. I started driving after them. I was driving the wrong way on the side walk chasing them down until they ran and hid in a back yard. %
Not long after this as I was going to pick up the ex I had to drive by the house where the guys lived. As I passed by I heard a loud bang. Then a second later another loud bang and the passenger side window exploded. I got to the ex’s, she got in and we went to my house and called the cops and my mom. $ She was visiting my grandmother at the time and got home just after the police got there. The police were no help and refused to do any paperwork. That should not have surprised me; it was the East Side of Buffalo and the police and politicians let it fall apart years ago.
* It was a crow bar nor a tie iron. 3 feet of cast iron. I kept it next to the drivers seat because you never knew when you would need to hit someone with a 3’ piece of cast iron.
@ Strange, I told her to get in the house before there was any trouble and she got mad at me. It’s odd that I can still remember her yelling at me from the other side of the car about telling her what to do. Perhaps after all this time that’s what she meant about controlling.
% That was fun!!! Driving in circle and the wrong way was just awesome. Dangerous and stupid maybe, but very fun.
$ I was 19 and still living at home.
