I pulled the gun when I stood up, took two steps down the hallway and fired. His back was towards me,

drew the pistol and shot her dad in the back as he was going down the hallway to the front door.

This is where I scribbled on the walls when I was little. This is where I took my first steps. All that?s gone. I grew up, partly by choice, partly because of the Katrina storm.

Yeah, I have fired a gun and I loved it.

He pulled up and was showing me his new gun and slugs. Just being a male and I know how males can be jealous; I thought I would be shot.

He came in and told the other (cashier) to get down on the ground. He pulled out a gun and said, 'This is a holdup.