I also shot myself with a  .22lr pistol through my left knee at the age of 11. 
The proceeding year my family would be displaced due to the Mexican  police breaking into my home beating up the maids in search for my father. He escaped through a hole in a wall of bugambilias that I used to visit my next door neighbor Fernanda (whom I had a crush on) with his berretta 92fs. He would remain on the run until 3 years ago when he died homeless outside of a McDonalds in Dallas; in the town I had been born.