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How much can you really know about yourself until you've looked down the barrel of a gun pointed between your eyes? It was late Halloween night. I was 15 years old and had been out at a friend's house a couple of streets away from mine, in upper middle class suburban America. I decided it was time to head home, so I started walking, that's when the car rolled up next to me.
