The Shooting

“Me and my boy Larry Bird…”

It was Thursday night. It had been two weeks since I had had a drink. I had just taken my midterm in Finance. SeanPiotrowski needed to unwind. Upon my return back to my house I come to find that Gearld had made his own makeshift jungle juice for the evening. I grabbed my favorite Larry Bird cup and drank away. Little did I know I’d be experiencing something for the first time tonight…

After drinking the juice out of my Larry Bird Cup for about two hours, looking at computer cases, and talking to Megan online; I was drunk and Gearld and John were going to the Pub. THE PUB I thought to myself would be a great place to go and unwind and have a good time. 6 pitchers and one Red Sox loss later it was time for us to go home…

Gearld, John, and I walked out the Pub’s side entrance onto the patio of the student center and walked toward the parking lot where Gearld’s BMW was waiting. As we made our way around the student center to the front of the student center we noticed that the Intercultural Greek Council was having one of their dances and that it was letting out too. At about this time John got lost a little behind us due to some people coming and saying hello to him. As we rounded the corner of the student center we heard POP POP POP. I immediately looked at Gearld and said “Gunshots bro”. Gearld concurred and we continued our slow walking pace back to his car at this point about 200 black kids were fleeing for their lives running all around us screaming. Gearld and I continued our slow pace walk. John was stuck back in the thickness of the crowd. A girl fell down and John helped her back up. Upon her rising to her feet she looked John in the eyes and said, “RUN WHITE BOY RUN!”. Gearld and I got in his car and started to leave Rider, we scooped up John from further down the road, and were on our way out when we noticed 8 police cars decending on the campus and two ambulences. As a line of cars built up waiting to leave campus the police sealed off the gate. NO ONE WAS LEAVING RIDER…

There we are 2 wasted and 1 not so wasted College kids, about 20th car in line to leave Rider, and NO ONE is allowed out. As we are sitting waiting Gearld speaks up, “FUCK THIS BROS I’m not waiting”. Gearld then gets out of line and heads to Rider’s O-Lot. Gearld heads to the O-Lot and lines himself up with this steep upward sloping hill of grass, mud, and wettness. The only thing seperating us from freedom was this hill for at the top of it was our road to freedom. Please remember we’re in Gearld’s rear wheel drive BMW 325i convertable which is lowered to like an inch off the ground. Gearld gunned it, we get about 75% up the hill, and we get stuck. Gealrd jumps out of the car with John and yells, “RECHARGE (my nickname) THROW IT IN REVERSE AND GET US DOWN THE HILL!” I jump into the drivers seat throw it into reverse and hit the gas while John and Gearld push from the front. We get loose and we’re back in the parking lot. We try it again, same thing happens. Third time we try it the front wheel is hanging over the curb but we are stuck in the mud and cannot get over. They push it down once again. Gearld comes to the drivers side window in the pouring rain, looks me in the eyes, and says, “Bro Fuck this we’re getting out of here.” He takes over as driver of the BMW John and I stand by and watch as Gearld backs up the car and gives himself some running room. All of a sudden he guns it. He starts his assent up the hill at probabily around 45 mph, gets to the top, and launches over the curb and lands his BMW onto the street. John and I run up the hill get in the car and the made our way to an off campus party…

We went to an off campus party and told everyone about our daring escape and how campus was on lock down. At around 3 am we left the party and headed home. Campus was still on lock down as we drove past again. We got back home at around 3:30 AM and I went up to my room. I was super drunk at this point and decided I was going to watch some TV…

I open my eyes, the TV is blaring loud, its still dark outside, and I feel like the black plague has taken over my body. I look at the clock, its 6:40 AM and my A.C. is blasting. I turn off the TV and go back to bed. I think to myself if I feel this way at 6:40 and I have to be up in 2 hours imagine how i will feel then. I go back to sleep…

All of a sudden I hear the Knight Rider theme song playing. I think to myself did I miss work? Clock only says 8 am so I am good. The boss wants something so I answer my cell phone hoping he was telling me the University was closed today due to the shooting. He was calling me for details on the shooting because apparently I texted messaged him about it the night before. I go back to bed once again…

The alarm goes off, its 9 AM time to get ready for work. I get ready and head to work. I arrive on campus at 10 AM and there is allready an Action 6 news van sitting infront of the Student Center. I park in the O-Lot and walk into the Student Center. As my coworkers come to the Help Desk asking me my story of the evening I start searching to see if anyone has carried the story yet to get a clearer picture of what happened. I finally found something. As I read the article it did not really offer me much information until I read the last paragraph:

“Authorities want to question four men who fled the scene shortly after the shooting occurred, but they remained at large early Friday. It’s not known if they were involved in the shooting or if they witnessed it.”

I thought to myself. Wait a second, there were 3 of us, and we were jumping in and out of Gearld’s car. Could they mean us????

As I left work today and walked back to my car in the O-Lot I looked at the scene of our daring escape. The grass was all torn up and there were some very deep tire tracks. Then I thought to myself something that John had said to me earlier in the day, “What would we have done if a cop actually came up to us and stopped us?” and with that for the first time in my life I did not have anything clever to think of for us to say or do if we were in that situation…

Well this fugutive at large has had a very long week. I’ll be back again soon with more details on this story as they unfold and some other things I didn’t get a chance to talk to you about here in today’s post…

Till next time…”Knock it back, I’ll have another one, Drinkin’ and Drivin’ is so much fun”