When I was 4 or 5 (Im dont remember starting school yet) I was at a babysitters apartment in South Houston, Me and my uncle Julio (Alex Aparicios dad) and another guy and his son were in the living room, when we hear 3 3 loud ass bangs. The babysitter came out from the other room screaming in terror, saying Hes trying to kill her. A friend of theirs was drunk, and had tried shooting their little girl who was asleep in her bed, but was too drunk to hit. They called the cops, and shoved him outside the door. He kept saying go ahead and kill me to the dad of the girl, handing him over the gun to the girl, but he just told him to go and leave, the cops showed up to arrest him later, cuz of public intoxication and carrying a weapon. Needless to say, I was never babysat by that person again. The girl was fine, everybody was okay. A supressed memory of mine, from my childhood, that came to light, thanks to meditation. The more I remember my childhood, the more I remember that I didnt have a normal/ good upbringing. I never got explained shit, about what happened or anything. The dudes name was Tobias.. hes dad to some friends of mine. Used to call her my cousin Iris, had a sister named Jessica. ...wonder what ever happened to him.
Posted on: Mon, 28 Oct 2013 04:04:48 +0000
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