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20 years ago, more or less, got beat by 12 guys on a rock concert... i was trying to get answers (??) from a thug band that, one week before, had brutally beaten my best friend, bad stupid idea...
The worst thing was, my other "friends" ran away looking at the scene, patetic; leaving me alone with those animals.
I was riding home from work on the bus, listening to music and not paying attention to anything. As we were stopping at one of the bus stops, a girl in the back started screaming. I looked back and saw her pointing out the window, and I followed her stare.
Out in an unfenced cul-de-sac were 3 guys. Two of them were standing, and one of them was on the ground bloody. The taller of the two men had a baseball bat and was about to smash it into the grounded guys head again, when the two realized a whole busload of people were looking at them.
The shorter man, who hadn't been doing anything, took a pistol out of his pocket and shot the grounded guy in the head. At this point the whole bus was in shock and glued to the morbid scene. The two men got into a car and sped off.
When I came home I was visibly shaken. I told my mom what I had just saw. Then my mom got scared, she said "You're moving with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Air." I whistled for a cab and when it came near, the license plate said "Fresh" and it had dice in the mirror. If anything I could say that this cab was rare but I thought "Nah, forget it, Yo homes, to Bel-Air!" I pulled up to the house about seven or eight and I yelled to the cabby, "Yo homes, smell ya later!" I looked at my kingdom, I was finally there, to sit on my throne as the prince of Bel-Air!