Friday, October 19, 2007
A friend and I are being held hostage for a ridiculously small amount of money that someone we know apparently owes this group of drug dealers. My friend is very relaxed, not at all worried that things might go badly. Because he is so calm, I remain calm. Then I notice an increased tension and know that we are going to try to escape. Which we do, successfully. We are running to jump onto a small private plane that is already taxiing down the runway. I manage to jump in and then my friend jumps in but, as he is pulling himself up into the plane, the door slams shut on his ankle. At first his foot is still there, hanging by a bit of flesh and tendon, but the momentum of the plane increases the air flow and my friend's foot falls away as the plane climbs into the air leaving him writhing in pain, blood everywhere.
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