Shot as a Black Man

Date: 10/15/2020

I was a black man (I’m Italian in day life) growing up in the hood, maybe 17 years old. I was well built, tough, but hiding a big gentle heart. I went to this restaurant/bar, that was a front for moving drugs. I was talking to a guy who recommended that I pay $1,100 for a pound of frozen blueberries. I asked what was in it and he said cannabis and maybe two other things, but the bag was see through and was literally frozen blueberries. I bought two pounds. Then heard a commotion at the front, there was a long gate to the road, seemed kind of Chicago-esc. Police made an arrest of some kind. I was told to act like a curious bystander, and I did. I was gawking, but suddenly it appeared a large group of black men where looking in a line, and it appeared that they were rounding us all up for a drug operation. I was at the end of the line, and started casually walking away. Then a black guy maybe 20 years old came up behind me, he knew I had the blue berry bags, and he pulled out a gun and shot me in the back. I fell to the ground, completely relaxed and dying. Not fighting death. Watching it overtake me. Thinking about god. Someone took me to a bed, and I was dying in a bed, but someone was nursing me and watching over me. I was incapacitated but my mind was peaceful and calm in the moment of death.