Tuesday, June 30, 2009

My Heaven at Night


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I was listening to the song above and realizing that the starting lyrics until "focused on floating, your focus is tight" are extremely true. When I got shot on April 18, 2009 around 2 am at a party, I literally saw the "light." Like, literally.

By the way: (As I write, I drink the best lemonade in the world from Chef Luciano's)

First of all, if you didn't know, as I was running out of a party where some people were shooting, there was this dude running and he pulled out a Revolver (who still has Revolvers? apparently him) and he fired two times. As I was making a motion to duck the shots, I noticed that my right leg left from under me. It just stopped holding me up and went numb. Then I suddenly felt the right side of my face go numb and thought I was hit there too. When I fell to the ground, my friend Mac told to hop to him and get out of the middle of the street. I hopped to homie and then that's when I was leaving for Heaven.... at night.

I got really sleepy and tired. All these people came from all directions and they began to ruin my sleep. All I wanted to do was rest my eyes for a few minutes until the paramedics came.

This girl, which was pretty decent, came and put my head on her lap and she began to fan me. She was creaming at me, telling me to stay awake. Then it was this dude named "Ice-G" that kept repeating his name to me so that my mind would keep operating.

Every time I would close my eyes, I saw a beam of white light surrounded by darkness. I felt like I was walking closer and closer and the light grew bigger. When I would open my eyes the light fade and I would see the people surrounding me. When I closed them again, the light started from the same place and it kept getting bigger and brighter. I kinda blacked out after the paramedics came and all I can remember vividly was seeing my mother and grandma as I was rushed to the OR then I blacked out again and slept for 24 hours after a 6 hour surgery.
Peacin' Izzout!

I'm Marty McFlying Out!!!
Delorean Style!

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