[Patrick]

Just want some feedback here over something that happened on Thursday night.

I went into town to meet a few friends - I have stayed out of town for months, after becoming somewhat of a 'target' amongst several little groups and gangs in town - mostly down to nothing tbh.

Anyway, I went in on Thursday because I thought it wouldn't be full of people looking to stab me etc - as it was a Thursday, and I was right. It was empty.

Me and my bestmate sparked up a joint, that was pretty much packed with green - and very little tobacco. Some time passed, and my mate left me at the bus stop before heading home - now as we were walking to the bus stop, a voice called me - it was a member of one of the old gangs who had wanted me 'dealt with' from last June, and hadn't spotted me until now.
I simply nodded at him and he smiled - wanting a conversation, however I walked on with my friend to the bus stop.

Once my friend had left, I was standing by myself waiting for the bus - quite baked, time was going really slow tbh. Suddenly the same guy from earlier, came over to me and struck up a conversation - he was being pretty nice, but kept looking at his phone as if he was expecting a text, and then looking at his friend.

His phone rang, and he quickly said goodbye to me before walking on abit.

I watched the pair as they walked on - afterall, they were linked to a group who wanted my head on a stick last year.

I initially dismissed it, blaming my paranoia on the spliff I had earlier - but then as I looked, the both of them waited until they were a few feet away from me - looked around, and then bolted as fast as they could - down a street.

A street that just so happens to lead to their gang's little 'spot' - the second I seen them run, I darted towards the other direction and ran as fast as I could to get the bus elsewhere.

Some of you may call me a coward, but I know from experience that these boys and their mates never fight fairly.

It's been bothering me since then, and now I'm back to square one of being paranoid about leaving the house or setting foot in town. What do you guys think though?

Was I right to run? Was it just the pot messing with my mind? Or what?