T.O.D.
This is an easy one.
Back in the early 1990s, a few days after I'd sold my screenplay that became DILLINGER AND CAPONE, I was walking my dogs one night in the quiet, upscale community of Calabasas, CA, when a car passed me.
I heard a "pop," then something struck me on the forehead. I felt my head. There was blood. I'd been shot.
Luckily, the guy was a bad shot, because if I'd been hit an inch lower, I'd have been blind in one eye (or worse). As it was, the bullet just grazed me.
The cops were called. Half a dozen black-and-whites were on the scene, and the "verdict" was that I was the victim of a gang initiation. Lucky me!
I was taken to the hospital in an ambulance. I was pronounced okay to go home, and that was that.
However, 2 days later, Army Archerd ran an item in his Variety column, humorously suggesting that I was shot by remnants of the Dillinger gang in revenge for my screenplay.
They say that any publicity is good publicity, but I don't think I'd really like to go through that experience again.