In 1990 one of my best friends (Mike) was riding in a van with another friend of mine who was driving (Scott). They pulled into the parking lot of a mini-mart that was in a bad part of town, to say the least (people often referred to it as "Uzi Alley"). The reason they pulled in was because they thought they recognized someone in the parking lot. It turned out that it wasn't who they thought it was.
As they backed away, one of the persons standing in the parking lot said "watch who you roll up on next time" or something like that. Scott wasn't happy with that, and lobbed a few choice words back at him. Well, the dude pulls out a gun and shoots at them as they are driving off! The bullet hit Mike at at an angle and got lodged in his temple, causing a flesh wound but nothing more (he was quite lucky). At first Mike didn't realize what had happened. He felt a stinging sensation coming from his temple and instinctively reached his hand up to it. When he pulled his hand back into his sight, he saw that it was covered in blood. So Scott took him to the hospital, where they removed the bullet and kept him overnight.
I was unaware of all this until late in the afternoon the next day, when I received a phone call from this girl Abby that was part of our crowd. The strange thing was, is that all day I had been thinking to myself "something has happened to Mike". At one point I even said it out loud to myself. When Abby called, the news that he had been shot at and was in the hospital came as no surprise.
Mike and I had hung out together so much during our childhood and into early adulthood that it seemed like we were somehow connected to each other, almost like twins or something.. We knew each other so well, it was like we understood each other completely. (We later had a falling out, and then I joined JW's, and we haven't spoken in years).
I have wondered about that incident ever since. How did I know that something bad had happened to him? Has anyone else experienced something like this?