Re: One Armed Bandit
Back in the early 90s, I was walking through my old neighborhood around midnight. I had been going to my mom's the last week to take care of the dog, check the mail, etc, while she was out of town. I knew she had expected to come home sometime in the evening ot that morning, so I went to make sure she got in all right.
As I'm walking towards my mom's street, someone calls me by name. Someone I don't recognize, probably one of the many criminal assholes who bullied me through high school; there were so many that faces and names generally bled in together. Anyway, there are nine if these thug-looking assholes gathered around the front stoop of an apartment building. I don't really like the looks of the situation, but I respond. I'm not friendly, but I'm not rude either. However, I quickly get tired of the conversation, so I turn and start to walk away. A threat is made, and I draw my handgun from under my jacket and hold it next to my thigh. When the leader of this group asks if that's a gun in my hand, I stop and turn slowly towards him. All nine if them are standing and had taken a collective couple if steps towards me, which is why I drew the weapon.
"Yes, I have a gun. I also have military training and eniugh ammunition to shoot each of you three times. Who's first?"
When, after a couple of minutes, nobody answered, I once again turned my back on them and just walked away like they were not even remotely considered a threat. Mom had made it in alright, and I walked a slightly different route back to my apartment. Hey, I'm crazy, not stupid. They may have been lying in wait, and we didn't have open carry or conceled cardy at the time.