I've been shot at two times in my life. The first time was after going to this bar in Kansas City on Troost that no longer exists. Mike's Bar was the name and you could use anything to get in. You could flash a pokemon card to the bouncer who would just nod and step aside. On this particular night, I went with a friend that I had recently met through another friend. She's an architect in Dallas now, I believe. Sweet girl who I think was led to believe I was more interesting than I really was. We had some drinks then we decided to go back to our mutual friend's house who lived over a couple of blocks. We left the bar and walked over to the parking lot. We pulled off at the same time as this nice Honda Accord that then pulled up to us at the light. I could see the guy looking over at me and he was talking on speaker while glaring at us. My friend said she wanted to get McDonald's' so instead of turning right I took off my blinker and went straight. We drove up about 100 yards to the next light with the Honda still next to us. This time he was yelling something out of the window to us. It took my friend telling me about it to even notice. By the way she told me to look over at the car next to us, I knew that Honda guy was going to make things much more interesting that night. I look over, lower my window, ask him what's good and he just yells "stupid white bitch, fucking dumb white bitch." He looked like he was off some shit so I just kind of ignored it, but he kept yelling about white bitches while we drove through the light and through the avenue. I looked over at my new acquaintance to see if she was doing ok and I realized that she kept looking over at him. I told her he was crazy and to not give him any attention. She tried but he just kept yelling about stupid white bitches. I decided to speed up and pull over in front of him just to not see his face. We drove another block like that until we arrived at the McDonald's where I had to take a right and then quick left turn into the parking lot. As I was taking that quick left turn I realized Honda was still behind us and that's when he shot two rounds at us. I sped through that parking lot and into the CVS around the block so fast dude. My friend was crying and super freaked out so I just kept circling the CVS parking lot while I called 911. The call with the dispatcher was quick since we didn't get the license plate. Not much the police could really do about that. Homegirl was super rattled on the drive back to our friend's house, and to make matters worse our friend wasn't picking up the phone. We got back to our friend's house and she was angry at us because we didn't invite her (even though she was working) and because her girlfriend in Brazil had a nosebleed or something. So - after being shot at and slightly traumatized - we were greeted with hostility and annoyance -- which I just think is brilliant. I swear sometimes that she was on the phone with Honda Accord boy.