I'll share A story. I don't care if y'all judge me because this is the past and now is the present but there was a time in my life when I did a lot of dumb shit. So I was selling weed to this guy in a semi- ghetto area on a dark street. I was with my two friends (TY, and Leggo). We pull up to the dudes house and they walk up to the car. Squad deep at least 6 guys (it was really dark). The dude that was buying was trustworthy and I've kicked it with him many times before. To sum up, he ends putting a gun to my head and I skirt off ( I didn't put my car in park and kept in on drive because it was hella sketchy and I've been through enough to get an idea on what was going on), as I get 10 feet away from him he starts shooting at me and actually hit my friend in the back seat. Thankfully, the bullet went through the trunk, through the seat and into his side. His rib stopped the bullet and ended up being an inch away from his lung. I had a lot of stuff on me and I stopped somewhere to throw away every illegal thing in the car out INCLUDING Ty's gun. I don't want to say anymore but I almost got involuntary man slaughter for putting my friend in the situation and I luckily got off clean. The whole school and town knew about everything. It's crazy because Pres is still my friend. He didn't cry or anything, I guess he was pumping so adrenaline at the time that he didn't start to feel pain till we got to the emergency room. There's actually so much more to this but that is only one of many things I have gotten into that put my life at risk