Dangerous Times

Ugh. I really can't stand the holiday season. Everyone wants to go hang out with their family and do family type activities. Screw that. No one wants to party anymore and I sure as hell am not going to spend time with my parents. Screw that. The only good thing about the holidays is that it gives me a good amount of time to work on perfecting my body. No one really goes outside anymore so I go for runs with out interruptions and keep up my six pack. It also helps me with my girls because then they see me after the break and I look much better already. So, as I went on my daily run today, I began to debate whether or not I should go spend Christmas with my parents. I haven't gone in years and maybe I should go- maybe they have changed. Maybe if they got to know me again they wouldn't ride my ass so much about school and a career. Anyways, as I began to pass the corner of the Saw Mill Theater, all of a sudden a bullet hit me straight in the ear. I immediately stopped and turned to look at the back of the building because it had still not registered to me that I had just gotten shot. I then saw a group of three rednecks in camo with guns in their hands. They had been shooting cans. When the hell did we get rednecks roaming our streets? They dipped fast once they saw me and then that is when i realized I had blood streaming down the side of my face and neck. It was like a freaking river. I have the worst fucking luck. I then started to think what if it hit my brain? Where is the bullet? Will I be able to hear again? What the hell do I do? I then decided to go straight for the hospital- but oh wait, we live in the backwoods now apparently. Luckily someone saw the river streaming from my head right before I passed out from all the blood leaving my body. Next thing I know, I'm in the hospital. They told me everything was fine. I should be able to hear perfectly fine again after a week or two and I would only be left with a scar on my ear and some of it gone. I have never been so relieved. At that moment, I knew I would have to Christmas with my parents. I never know when this could happen again to me, or them, and then I would have to live with the regret.