In response, the cop whipped out his gun

It was a Friday night and my girlfriend Susanna and I decided to head out to a party. It was the biggest party I had ever been to--there must have been 200 people crammed into this dorm intended to hold no more than about 10.

There was a lot of weed available, so I didn't hesitate to stoke up a J. We were all having some good fun, when (as usual) the cops showed up. Everyone was stuck in this tiny room with the cops blocking the only way out. Being a big man at 6'6 235 pounds, I decided to clear the cops so everyone could run. I figured I would be a fucking hero. So I jumped on the first cop, pinning him down--and everyone ran. In response, the cop whipped out his damn beating stick and hit me square in the forehead.

That really pissed me off.

The combination of being high and having a lot of adrenaline pumping through my body, gave me the stupid idea that I should just beat the shit out of him. The other seven cops thought differently.

I was on the ground when all of them decided to take out their aggressions on me. We had been fighting for about 2 minutes when a cop took out his gun (which I didn't see him do). We were wrestling and fighting when he shot me in the foot. In retrospect, I think he had "just cause" to pull his gun, as I had taken out my knife in a (very) threatening manner. Now bleeding from my forehead, hand and profusely from my foot, I decided to leave. Somewhat surprisingly, the cops just let me go.

When I got back to my dorm--in true college fashion--I just took out my knife and carved the bullet out.

To this day I have not seen a doctor for the wound.