 and I was having them flashbacks. I remember a guy shoved me because he had sat his six-pack up with my stuff, acting like I was going to pay for his stuff for him. And when I sat his stuff down on the cooler next to the counter, he shoved me. Oh, no. And I remember just looking at him, and nothing else happened after that. Well, the next day I woke up, and I couldn't find the one bullet