Hood: ROBERT’S TALE AFTERMATH QUERY
What happened after the guy got hit by your car and you drove off? I presume this was in your city.
You never heard from the cops or friends about it?
Weren’t you paranoid the cops were going to come to your door and say that the guy expired?
Nobody mentioned the fact the guy was hit by your car to you? Friends? Mutual people you knew.
What was the aftermath?
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ROBERT’S TALE AFTERMATH QUERY
What happened after the guy got hit by your car and you drove off? I presume this was in your city.
Nothing. It was 10 PM at a party downtown, we didn’t know anyone there and no one knew us either.
You never heard from the cops or friends about it?
Nope, sure didn’t. But then I didn’t really tell anyone either. A friend was in the car with me at the time also and he didn’t talk much either.
Weren’t you paranoid the cops were going to come to your door and say that the guy expired?
No, not really. I did check the newspaper the next day to see if there were any reports of people getting injured or killed by vehicles, but I never found anything. Also the guy was drunk as a skunk. Although he went flying in the air ten feet up and flew about fifteen feet horizontally to the edge of the street, people I have talked to said that since he was so drunk, he probably did not die and instead just broke a limb or two. People told me that drunks get hit by cars all the time and often do not die because the alcohol has a very relaxing effect on the muscles. They’re like rubber men.
Anyway, I figured it was a clear case of self-defense. I mean, he and his buddies were attacking our vehicle like homicidal maniacs and they were clearly either trying to kill us or beat us within an inch of our lives. I was lugging the car in 3rd gear going barely five MPH while they were assaulting the car like maniacs. They were kicking and punching the windows, trying to yank car doors open, etc.
I was so terrified that I was actually bouncing up and down in the front seat of my car so high from all the adrenaline that my head kept hitting the roof of the car interior. I was more terrified than I have ever been in life. I literally thought I was going to die. My friend kept yelling, “Put it in first!” and he was sort of giggling, maybe from sheer terror too.
I finally threw it into first, and the vehicle lurched off. Just as we were accelerating away, one of the killer maniacs came running full speed right at the car. I was terrified of him, so I aimed the car at the maniac and hit him with the left front edge of the car. I didn’t run him over. Instead I struck him with the vehicle and he went flying.
He went flying in the air probably 10 feet up, arms and legs all akimbo like in the movies. It was actually almost comical looking back on it. He flew a good 10-15 feet horizontally and landed either on the edge of the street or in the dirt at the side of the road. He landed and did not get up. We peeled out with screeching tires and got the Hell out of there. We could not stick around because there were three other killer maniacs back there who had just tried to kill us, and they would have attacked us again. We simply left the area in a hurry and went home. It was 10:20 PM on a Saturday night and we were at a large party downtown.
Nobody mentioned the fact the guy was hit by your car to you? Friends? Mutual people you knew.
Nope, we did not know any of them. You saw strangers all the time in that city. This was a resort city of 110,000 people, and you saw strangers all the time who you would never see again.
What was the aftermath?
Nothing at all. Nothing in the paper, so we figured he was injured only and did not die. He probably broke a limb or two and friends took him to the hospital. Never heard a word about since and never saw any of the maniacs again.
I have asked some officers hypothetically what would happen in such a case, and they got these concerned looks on their faces and said that if it could be proven that it was self-defense, then nothing would happen. They acted like the whole incident was disturbing from their point of view though.
It sounds hard and badass to say you killed or tried to kill a man, but once you do it, it’s not fun at all. Only a psychopath could possibly enjoy such a thing. I have never been so terrified before or since, and there’s simply no pleasure there: just the worst sheer terror that you have ever experienced. You literally think you are going to die. The adrenaline is so high that you almost lose control over your limbs because you are shaking so bad. I would not recommend that feeling to my worst enemy.
It’s not worth it just to get some badass points. There are many better ways to get badass points than this.
If you can face down such a life or death situations without turning into a bouncing human Gumby, I would say that you have nerves of steel. People who deliberately go out to seek situations like this must be psychopaths with balls of cast iron. I can’t imagine how an ordinary person could cope with these situations without partially losing it mentally and physically.
It is nothing to be proud of. It’s more like a tale of being a crime victim than anything else, and I could see how it could be very traumatizing all the way to PTSD territory but I did not notice any aftereffects from the incident, but then I was also a victim of a serious violent crime with another maniac nine years later and I was very upset and tripped out psychologically for about three weeks afterwards and then I just got over it. I tend to get over traumas. I freak out for a while after the trauma and then I sort of get over and just move on. I don’t get stuck in traumas for some reason.
My father was said, “Bob is resilient. He gets knocked down and then he is down and out for a while, but then he picks himself up and goes back out there to fight again like nothing happened.” I believe that psychologists have listed resilience as a good character trait to have in a human. If you can develop this trait, your life will be better for it.
