well the thread about being shot brought this back to mind. I got stabbed over a cigarette!!! a month from today it will be a year since it happened. i was at a party in a not so nice neighborhood for my friend who was going away to the army and we had 3 kegs and bottles and a lot of bud. so i was pretty fucked up but my buddy was really fucked up and as we were walking to our car there is this black dude walking from the right of us going towards the left. my really fucked up friend starts asking the dude for a cig and the guy you can tell was def shady. my friend started walking w/ him like next to him and kept going on and on being a drunk ass and kept asking "let me get a cig, come on i know you got a newport man" so i see this going down and i start walking behind them about 15 feet back or so the next thing i know w/out saying a word the dude reaches into his waste band and pulls out a knife and str8 shanked my friend right in the stomach. I instantly ran up and cleaned the dude from the side and he falls flat on his back and gets back up. he still had the knife and i hit him two more times and when i went to hit him again he stabbed me in the arm. i didn't even know at first honestly. it was a road that was getting work done on it so there were rocks everywhere. i picked up the biggest rock right at my feet and hit the dude over the head w/ it and he took off running. the next thing i know my friend is on the ground and he just kept saying he stabbed me, he stabbed me. and then i started to walk towards him and he was like "fuck he stabbed you too". i looked at my arm and i could barely see my arm from my bicept down cause there was so much blood. so my other friend who was getting the car who happend to see none of this pulls up. i took my shirt off and he tied it around my arm as tight as he could and booked it to the hospital. i didn't realize how serious my friend was hurt and i wanted to go find the mother fucker that stabbed us. but then he lifted up his shirt and it was right in his stomache and he was calling his mom and telling her to get to the hospital he thinks he is going to die. he really thought he was going to die it was pretty crazy. being as fucked up as i was i didnt want to go into the hospital and get my arm fixed up cause i didnt realize how serious that was either because i tied my shirt on it as quick as i could and it wasn't really hurting that bad. the nurses and doctors came outside and were trying to make me come in but i kept refusing and they ended up having to take my friend in the ambulance to another hospital. i ended up going there and getting my arm taken care of and got about a million questions from the police. i called my gf and told her and she didn't believe me at first, i was so pissed and wanted to kill her lol. the worst part of the whole thing was when i was in the hospital the doctor put his fingers in my whole in my arm to check if anything broke off in it or was in my wound, he put his index and midle finger in my arm all the way up to his knuckles and that hurt like a bitch. i ended up w/ 7 staples. my friend had to have surgery because it punctured his stomache. he got 38 staples after they were done doing surgery. moral of the story... never ask for cigs in the hood, you might get stabbed. and they never caught the dude btw. just thought i would share this experience w/ you. I would do anything for my friends including take a knife for them.