I was at a stoplight in Hobbs, New Mexico in a rental pickup and I was looking at the murals on a nearby building and all the sudden, WHAPP! There was this loud sound like something hit the truck. The light changed and I pulled through the intersection and pulled over to see what the Hell just happened.
There on the door post was a bullet dent from what looked like a 9pm slug. I was just in shock. Broad daylight. Middle of the day.
What was disturbing was that if I, for whatever reason, "chose" to stop 3 inches shorter at the light, that bullet would have gone through the open window right into my head. The whole thing left me wondering if I had lived a good life, if I told all the people I love that I love them, if my life was complete... blah blah blah.
I decided that night I was gonna put everything in perspective and I returned to the intersection where I took the bullet... to go to that building with the murals that I had never been inside before... The only strip club in town.
I can think of few better ways to "celebrate life" than having a beer then putting a dollar between a 19 year-old girl's ti... er... breasts.
I had a similar experience 20 years ago. It was a Sunday night and i had driven back from visiting my parents. I lived in off campus apartments. I got home, flipped on the tv nd threw a pizza in the oven. Timer goes off i get up take out the pizza, cut the pie. Just about to sit down. KRAAAAAXK CRACK Drawbacks!. Everything goes slow mow, i am showered with plaster. I hit the deck low crawl to turn off the lights, low crawl to get my rifle, low crawl to call cops. That bullet would have gone in my right ear and exited my left ear had i been sitting on the couch. It went them all interior walls. Had i been lying in bed it would have gone in the top of my head and out my feet. This was a 9mm hollow point. It hit nothing but drywall, accidentally discharged from an apartment across the breezeway.