Some dude tried to merc me over my 7 year old android and that wasn't the worst part. The cops who responded literally searched me, made me explain my tattoos to prove they weren't gang related, told me to stop crying, and told me it was my fault I almost got offed for going to subway. I fucking hate America. The only reason I'll be able to sleep is because I have 120 pounds of "fuck you" guarding me. (I love my pitbull son)
I'm glad the person who shot at me had fucking terrible aim. Like I own multiple guns, and would literally have to try to miss from 2 meters. This is just a continuation of terrible shit that is happening to me since I left rehab. I've been flash banged, stabbed 23 times, and shot at since I left rehab. Still somehow sober other than weed tho.
Fuckin' hell that is a rough time