Got a little round scar on the back of my right calf. 9mm in diameter even. Bigger and slightly oblong scar on the front of my calf. Entry and exit wounds.
Many years ago, my roommate and I let a girl stay with us for a few days. Her parents were out of town and she had to wait for them to get back so she could move back in with them. She had just broken up with a guy, and he started doing the whole 'if I can't have you, noone can' thing, saying he was going to get a shotgun and deal with her.
So a couple days later, the roommate and I stop in at the local gunstore/range and ask our friend who works there if so-n-so bought a shotgun. Yep, a Remington 12GA self-shucker. I go on to work and Dave goes to see his girlfriend, whose father had picked up a micro uzi for us.
We both get back home around 2am. We're sitting in the back inspecting the uzi and talking about taking to the range in the morning. 'bout 2.30-2.45 we hear something out front, sounds like someone's messing with the cars. We start for the front door, thinking it was the dorkfish and his shotgun. I'm drawing my Goldcup and Dave's putting a mag into the uzi and pulling the bolt as we split up to go out the front and the back. He trips and falls. BANG! My leg went numb from the knee down. I keep going out the front door, sweep the yard, see a guy running down the street, and sit down on the bench beside the door.
Trip to the ER (with Dave almost wrecking my 'vette on the way), interview with a deputy* who kept asking if I thought Dave meant to do it, and some good drugs. And a story.
*The idiot couldn't understand that I believed it an accident, cause if he had meant to shoot me I'd be dead.
