A good friend of mine (Abel) and a buddy of his (Frank) were out cruising in East Dallas back around 1980. They had recently modified a convertible into a low rider and decided to go cruise with the cholos on the streets of East Dallas.
During their "cruise", a car behind them were giving them a hard time and calling them names. Frank decided to stand up (he was on the passnger side) and drop his pants and moon the offending folks in the car behind them. Not long after he had exposed his butt and pop sound occured and Frank felt a 22 slug hit him in his right cheek.
Frank fell back to the seat and said "they shot me in the ass" and Abel took off for nearby Parkland Hospital. When they arrived, Abel helped Frank into the Emergency area and after about 20 minutes he was taken into a room for treatment.
About an hour later a nurse came into the waiting area and asked Abel to come with her. She led him to a room where a doctor and a Dallas policemen were waiting. The policemen asked them what happened and Abel said some thugs shot Frank in the butt for no good reason. And Abel relates the rest of the conversation;
Dallas Police: So you did not provoke them in any way?
Abel: No sir. We were just checking out that are of Dallas. We live in North Dallas.
DP: What else can you tell me?
Abel: Nothing I can think of?
DP: There has to be more to this story.
Able: No sir, there is not. Honest.
DP: Then explain something to me. You were driving the car that Mr. Frank was standing up in when he got shot, correct?
Able: Yes sir I was.
DP: The explain to me how Mr. Frank received a 22 caliber slug in his right buttock and yet there are no punctures or holes in his jeans or underwear?
Able said he wanted to jump out a nearby window. He then relunctantly explained how Franks ass was uncovered when the slug entered his backside.
Then the policeman quipped to the doctor, "I guess the moon entered an eclipse at that moment."
Isn't youth fun?