I often play basketball during the week.
Sometimes, we play at the park at Lincoln heights.
I got there a bit late, so Doug and I played 2 on 2 while waiting for the full court games to go back into session.
It all happened way too quick, but I remember a flash of motion and one of the guys we’re playing with bleeding from the side of his face, as he got hit by some random person taking his backpack. Next thing I know, I hear a clanky-click as he cocked his gun and pointed it at the kid he jacked the backpack from. All of this about 10 feet away.
The kid with the gun and the backpack skipped away with his friend. Literally skipped, like he was completely happy with joy. A broad smile graced his face. I remember thinking what nice teeth he had for some guy with a gun.
We later found out there was nothing important in the backpack, that it was a completely random incident.
We discussed amongst the group on what to do. We decided to stay and play.






