Bullet in My Neck

I think that Gerald Sterns story is a very interesting one because it reminds me of my home city and I think the idea of he and his wife experiencing the event differently is very interesting. In the shadier parts of any big city, you should always be weary of stopping at red lights, and more so if you see people standing around waiting. There’s a street in Cleveland, East 1999/St. Claire, the street that members of Bone Thugz-n-Harmony were raised, where if you stop at a stop sign, you might get shot. Its happened to me before, leaving a concert on the lake front, accidentally making a wrong turn into East Cleveland and finding myself breaking traffic rules and evading pursuers in an attempt to save my life. It’s not as extreme as it sounds. The fact that the both of them had widely different recollections of the events that day is very interesting to me. I would have a tendency to believe the wives part of the story, post-shoot out because your body and mind go wild when they’re in danger. The things he perceived as more extreme, like driving over grass instead of simply driving up a drive-way might have been a result of him not paying attention to detail and simply thinking about the hole in his neck.

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