So Mike and I were heading to meet up with Jay and Dan tonight, we were thirsty so we were going to stop at the 7-11. It’s like 10:00 o’clock at night and there is still a decent amount of people out down that way.

So I’m waiting to turn into the parking lot and there are these two really REALLY sketch looking black kids standing in the middle of where you turn in. I was getting all sorts of bad vibes to begin with, but I figured it was just me being overly paranoid about everything.

So I get my chance to turn and I start to, but now the kid is standing so that it’s hard for me to pull my car through. And I’m watching closely and something grabs my eye.

… a fucking gun in his waistband.

Let me tell you, I hauled ass out of there. I hate Baltimore.