I got shot one time in the back, Nov. 23, 2004. I got shot in the lower part of my back on the left side. Hit my bowels.
Well, it was like a little [family] get-together, and a little argument took place. Somebody was arguing on the phone, and it was a kinda heated argument. Thatís what I think that was what led up to [the shooting]. Wrong place, wrong time. I went outside about 10:30 to hail a cab on the corner. I was just waitiní to go home. Then a black man and woman came up on foot [and started talking to me], and I saw that the man had a gun, and I ran. It had started to rain earlier in the night, so the ground was kindaí slippery, and I fell. Thatís when they shot me.
When I got back to [my familyís house], they wanted me to just sit down. I was awake the whole time. I felt when I got shot, but I didnít feel nothiní until a couple of minutes later I started to feel the pain. I felt my back, and there was a whole lot of blood on my hands.
I was in pretty deep shock, but I tried to keep myself calm. If I started to freak, then I knew I was gonna die. I was trying not to panic, and everybody around me was panicking. I was calming myself down and trying to calm them down at the same time.
I think I was six hours in surgery. When I woke up I was in a hospital bed with all these tubes. I was in a little pain, but not all that much ícause they had all that medicine and stuff pouring through my veins. I was in the hospital for about a week.
I have the [colostomy] bag now. After my last surgery is done in March, I wonít have any problems, I can go back to work. But right now Iím on disability.
When I was coming home from the hospital we rode right past the spot where it happened at. I felt a little funny at first. I was like, ďOh God, this is where it happened at.Ē (chuckles)
Every time I think about it, I can picture the whole thing happening all over again in my mind. Thatís the only thing . . . I keep seeiní it from start to finish. When it just pops in my head, I can see the whole thing happening all over again, in slow motion. I just donít want to think about it no more. Iím just trying to get over the fact that it happened. It did happen so . . . thatís it . . . Iím just trying to get over it.