Drive-By Gunfire on My Porch

The second crazy thing that happened to me was, without a doubt, one of the scariest

moments of my life. It started like any other normal night. I had just gotten

off the phone with my mom. We talked about once a week, just to check in

and see how things were going. That night, she mentioned an article she had

read about a birth defect I was born with. She sounded concerned, so after we hung

up, I decided to look it up and read it for myself. I stepped outside

onto the porch, lit up a cigarette, and sat down in my rocking chair. It was quiet.

Too quiet. I was scrolling through the article, smoking, completely relaxed.