Stabbed and left for dead in the tenderloin.

 

Stabbed and left for dead in the tenderloin.

In 1994 I left for S.F. to attend college. I enrolled at the S.F. Academy of Art College. Because my screen writing dream was all I had. And $50 in my pocket. I was on my way to get a cheap room to shower for the next day was my first day of school. They tried to mug me in the tenderloin of S.F., and I was not about to give anything up, so I fought the first guy then a second then a third then when I see the fourth coming, I turned to run but I guess they have to stab me in the back 3 times with screwdriver barley missing some vital organs and just puncturing my left lung. I woke up at the S.F. general hospital a week later and I panicked so I asked to leave because I had class to get to but the doctor who needed to pull the tubes out of me out of my lungs sticking out my side wasn't in till the next day so I couldn't leave. But they didn't get my $50 bucks, they were still in my pants pocket, I had one another fight. Because I lived and still had all my possessions. But that's how I grew up that's what it was like in the streets of Nogales. But as soon as I was ready, I got to the campus on south Montgomery and got the Maria's office my admittance advisor and told her the story and showed her my bandages across my back where I got stabbed 3 times and she was so surprised that she still let me into class.