near my house while growing up there was an apple orchard
on one particular afternoon a couple friends and i were in the orchard
taking apples and lobbing them on the cars that passed on the road below
the apples were so rotted that basically they were sauce contained by skin
(we weren't into denting hoods and such)
then
out of nowhere
the farmer who owned the orchard came out a'yellin'
and we did what all adolescent boys are programmed to do
we scattered and ran in different directions
as i ran i heard the farmer shouting at us to stop
then i heard a loud bang
it was undeniably the sound of a shot gun being fired
my next recollection is a sharp stinging pain occupying most of my upper back
at first i thought i was actually wounded with buckshot
but i kept running
it hurt really bad
then i knew
that jack-ass farmer shot me with salt pellets
needless to say that's the last time i trespassed on his land