the reality of violence
I guess this was a bad weekend for a lot of people. A long time friend of mine was robbed and beaten this weekend - the her cousin's boyfriend. She blogged about it on myspace:
This past saturday this event happened that has changed my life forever. Most times when someone I love needs me I am there for them no questions asked. Well after what happened to me on that night I have to now ask questions before I help someone. I usually run to the rescue of love ones but no longer will I jepardize my life because on that day my life could have ended. OK I'll get to the point.....
About 10:30pm my most favorite cousin in the world called me and stated the words " K, I need you." I left my home and went accross town to her house in the not so best of neiborhoods. OK it was in the hood. I go to her house all the time but I always thought that nothing would ever happen to me there. I mean I always felt safe there.While in route to her home we talked on the phone, she only wanted to talk because she was upset with her baby daddy that she is currently pregnant by. She also wanted me to take her to pick up her car because he took it and he may leave it on the street. We talked about other things and in mid conversation I had another call come in so I told her that I would see her when I got there. About 5 minutes passed and I was at her house and noticed that her car was home, but I didn't think anything of it.....
My most favorite cousin in the world was pregnant and got hit by her the one that claimed that he loved her then he saw me. I yelled for him to stopped, he did, but he came after me....
I was struck in the chest and he grabbed my throat and he he me in my eye twice I think. There are only a few things that I remember after that point:
I saw a knife... and damit I used it but it didn't work, he kept comming at me and he said that since i stabbed him he was going to kill me. then I went into survival mode.
We fought and what actually happened during it I can't remember. I ended when her oldest son hit him in the head with a lead pipe.
I remember him falling down towards me and then snaching my purse from off my arm and ran off with it and how I still have my purse I don't know.
I remember the most was his eyes....
thats because I see them in my sleep.
This guy that I've known for years that I kicked it with, drank with, ate with, partied with that I thought would never do anything to me did. He was like family.
It was like he didn't even know me... he didn't look human. he looked like a wild animal ( it's amazing what drugs can do). My cousin later told me that he ended up with 4 stab wounds, a knot on his head, a fractured shoulder, and he is in jail, however, that did not help me feel better.
Well to make a long story short I lost:
my cell phone
my money
debit/credit cards
pay check( not endorced- that's being worked out right now)
this is just stuff that can be replaced but I still have my life... black eye, scratches, bruses, nightmares and all.
i'm nobody...i'm nobody. i'm a tramp, a bum, a hobo... a boxcar and a jug of wine... but i'm a straight razor if you get to close to me.
-Charles Manson
I will punch, kick, choke, throw or joint manipulate any nationality equally without predjudice.
- Shonie Carter
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Originally Posted by Water Dragon
. I think that they need to be talked to about how there old man is going to jail, that'd knock me alot on top of everything else! 
If these kids dont understand that this is the way that men are meant to act then their is a possibility that they will end up a loser like there old man.
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