m00nshine said:

Me and my boy Stoolie were chilling at his drop spot, a place
where stolen electronics were delivered for pick up.

We were chillin, smoking sherm and shooting dice when it happened.

I guess Stoolie had fucked someone over on some equipment and drugs
and the fucker bust into the place.

I shit you not, the guy had an AK-74 pointed right at us.
Stoolie and this guy fought back and forth, and then this dude let loose.

At least 10 shots hit Stoolie and I dived behind a wooden shelf, getting hit in the
leg in the process.

I lucked out though cause another one of our boys, Crazy legs, jumped out of a backroom
with a combat shotgun he had and blew this fucker away.

So I'm shot and hurting like a motherfucker, so Crazy legs grabs me and we get outta there.

Crazy legs is connected and Italian, you know, that cosa nostra shit.

So he calls his personal doc, but dude's at the Cape. (Cape Cod)

Legs had to drop me off at a nearby hospital, he left me at the door and bounced.

So this is how the opiates are involved... I tell the docs the truth about my drug history.

They only gave me 1 or 2 percs a day and a shitload of Ibuprophen, etc.

I was in the hospital for like a month, the bullet had shattered my bone and
some fragments came real close to my artery, docs said I was mad lucky.

I withdrew only a little, and was able to stop taking OCs in such large amounts.

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Stoneth said:

For me it was waking and sitting up to a bunch of EMS yelling at me to just lay still, one said please god don't move.  I'm like their not talking to me.  Then I look at myself and realize I'm covered in blood, large chucks of skin and meat just hanging from my arms and shoulders.  Then the pain in my neck and rims set in.  That's when I remembered the last thing I remember was heading out for a ride. 

Fucking black outs are scary shit.

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Slim said:

Didn't you post this exact same shit on The Shroomery earlier?

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