Without going into details, what happened to Rayshard Brooks could've been my fate. Thoughts of his situation went through my mind in the moment too. Luckily I made it home safely and went to sleep. Woke up and there's a long ass scratch on my chest directly over where my heart is.
Clearly I did it myself - chest must've been itching while I was mostly asleep so I scratched it I guess. The timing and placement of it kind of feels like life going "don't test me boy "
God send my first gf to show me I am gay.
Screw off you re just a color.