Double Back
Someone once rolled up in a white Lexus when I was 11 years old and asked me, “Are you (my name)?” I instantly got a bad feeling and was like, “Nah.”
The dude then put his gun out the window for a second and said, “Aight, then.” Then he drove down the street—only to double back. My brother and I booked it for our lives and hid behind a big truck.
We actually ended up running past our house, and we watched the car do a burnout before flooring it out of the neighborhood.
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