So, I'm sitting around the house drinking beer one Saturday afternoon and theres a pounding at the door. It's Phil the Punk Rocker. I let him in and share my beer. I like Phil the Punk Rocker because he wears this cool leather jacket with spikes on the shoulders, so he can slam anyone that messes with him. I also like him because he is a serious student of military history. He can discuss tactics from Zulus to D-Day. Very interesting punk rocker.

So Phil and I get drunk and then this dude Brian shows up and knocks on my door. I don't know him but Phil does. So I let him in and give him a beer. The conversation drifts toward getting fucked up and it turns out Phil and Brian have smoked crack before. They know this girl named DeeDee down in the projects that can hook us up for a 40. Brian has a truck with a gemcab top thing on the back . I have about 80 on me so we go down and hook up with DeeDee and come back to the apartment. We proceed to get high. I have 40 left so we decide to make another run to go see DeeDee and get more fucked up.

So we drive down to the projects, but DeeDee is nowhere to be found. So, we decide to deal with the general riffraff. Brian is driving, I am in the middle on the bench seat, and Phil the Punk Rocker is on the right in the passenger spot. We pull up and talk to this one dude. Standard protocol for selling crack is that the buyer gets to taste it. So we ask for a 40 and this dude gives Brian a rock. He tastes it and its bullshit. So he tries to hand it back to the dude and says "I don't want it". Dude spots the two $20s i have tucked under my leg so he says "Gimme my money!" Brian says "We don't want it". It goes back and forth for a while, then dude reaches in and makes a grab for the truck keys in the ignition. I am stunned and messed up so I don't do anything. Phil the Punk Rocker has the sense enough to mash dude's hand up against the ignition and dude pulls back without the keys.

At this point, Brian starts up the truck, I dodge my knees out of the way while he shifts it into gear and we are the fuck out of there. I hear a pop/pop/pop and realize it is dude shooting at us. I duck down and we screech out. We get about 6 blocks away and realize we are driving on a flat. We feel far enough away to be safe enough to stop and check it out and find that dude shot out our front *right* tire while shooting at us from back left. Must have ricocheted off the ground and into the tire, under the truck, best we can figure. We change the tire and go back to the apartment and drink the rest of the beer, i save my last 40 for another day.