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I was walking home through the Filmore district at night. After they passed me, three guys turned around and said "you're what we are looking for, mother fucker." Bam. I ran around the corner and lied down. I saw a passing cop car and yelled to them. They approached me with their weapons drawn, at me. etc...
I have to think it was a 22 short. It went into the right buttock and stopped at whatever is there. muscle or bone, I don't know. The hospital left the bullet in me. They said it would make a bigger hole by removing it. This was General Hospital in San Francisco, 1967, I believe.
I learned some important things that night.
(1) Working people don't give a fuck. I was put on a cart with a plasma drip.
After a few hours my arm really was hurting and I could not go to sleep.
I must have asked 5 passing nurses over a period of 5 or more hours for a pain killer. They all said the same thing. They could not give me one.
Finally one of them said, "you have to ask for a doctor".
(2) I forgot what else I learned.
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