According to My Brother, G...

“…I was walking out the door of the liquor store when he walked in. Jeans, hoodie sweatshirt pulled up on his head, it said something on the front but I don’t recall now. I was nearing my truck when I heard her scream. The cashier, I mean. I think the whole world heard her scream. I turned around, dropping the bottle of Jack and saw the hoodie guy inside the store with a gun pointed at the cashier. I froze. No one else was in the parking lot, although it wasn’t out of the question for someone to pull in at any moment. It wasn’t yet midnight. I grabbed my cell phone and dialed 911. Still standing outside the store, I quickly told the dispatcher that there was a holdup at the liquor mart on route 5 and tried to give a description of the hoodie guy. As I spoke, the cashier was pulling cash out of the register as fast as she could but hoodie guy seemed impatient. He had the gun in her face and kept screaming at her to stop screaming. I saw him turn towards the window, spotting me in the parking lot with a phone to my ear. I spun around and hit the ground hoping he didn’t come out in pursuit. I waited what seemed like several long moments, debating whether to make a break for the truck or for the woods behind the building, knowing he would emerge from the building momentarily and catch me there. I decided my truck was closer. I grabbed my cell phone from amongst the broken glass and spilled whiskey on the ground, the dispatcher still talking on the other end and made a dash for the truck. I heard two quick popping sounds as I jumped into the side closest to me, the passenger side. It wasn’t until I was in the truck that I realized I had been shot. I don’t remember much of anything for awhile until later, as they loaded me into the ambulance I heard one of the EMT guys say, “one went clear through, the other bullet is stuck in the bone.”

Okay, so he wasn’t really shot. But G and I both think a bullet story sounds like a better explanation for the three holes in his shoulder than the surgery he had yesterday to repair torn ligaments and remove a cyst. Everyone needs a good scar story!

(Yes, G is doing just fine. Thanks to everyone for the thoughts and prayers!)