CCW needed and ended well--Take 3

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Star is played by FireStar. Monte, courtesy of Chevrolet, is off stage

Mid-fall 1983 Sunny beautiful day—but its still early yet. Selling furniture is the casual part of my job. Collecting the monthly payments is the four-letter part.

Safe ain’t no longer just being oh-key-dokey with the pond kings. Streets are thick with them that’s wasted on elephant tranquilizer, smoking embalming fluid and well, unsane has reached a whole new level of weird of late. Star and vigilance; I keep both near to me. Anyways…..I’m closing on the exit door and note a big dude leaning against the baluster: coat hanging open under a big friendly smile. Also big and hanging is a shinny revolver with a barrel long enuf to pole vault with. Now, my left hand is in my coat pocket with Walter and as I like meeting new people—so I smile big right back at him—as I’m sweeping my coat back/ putting my hand on Star and ask him “ you think you can get yours out faster than me?” His hand stops moving and I‘m telling you truly, his smile got even bigger as he was now laughing through it.
‘No man, I just wanted to show you what I had.’ I’m cool with that. I mean who doesn’t want to see what the other guy has?

Having unsnapped and half freed Star I kinda feel the balance of power in our little play has sidled up real close to me. And were both still smiling and grinning. Casual now I say ‘ you wanted to show me…..(as I move my left hand slowly and clasp his butt)…may I?’ (as I wiggle it free). Mutually, and still smiling, we take a half step back from each other. People grinning and smiling like that just make me happy—and that’s good cause one handing the forward mounted cylinder release on this cannon is displeasing me. I think it’s a Smith but it ain’t like I’m gonna stop looking at that happy face to verify. Its open and them two thunks from near my feet thins my smile.

‘Loaded’ says I with what feels like the right amount of righteous indignation.
‘I didn’t know’ says he, palms up at his side, eyes to the ceiling. Looking like the messiah
‘Didn’t know’ says I with a hint of quarrel in my voice.
‘No man, I just got it and I didn’t know it was loaded.” Huh thinks I and says
‘Just got it??’ and why is it I am having to repeat every thing he says to get him to say something else?….gotta stop doing that.
‘Honest man.’ With a smile like that, I mean your 'not' going to believe him?
‘Im gonna go with you havin a permit for this cause you smile to nice to be a criminal.’
( yeah right—he looks exactly like he’s just back from a nickel) ‘But do you really think you should have a gun—what with not knowing its loaded and not having a decent holster for it?’ As I’m being eloquent, I been holdin on Star for so long I think my fingers got to crampen; so I commence to wiggling them. For some reason this disconcerts him. I know this cause his smile dims by a couple of pearly whites.

There is some hesitation here; awkward, cause up to now we been discoursen real nice like. At least I think it’s been nice. Perhaps he’s reading more into that wiggle than was. Or perhaps he knows something I don’t. Either way, can't be a conversation if’n no ones talking. So, I says with meaning:
‘Well…” and letting that one word hang there betwixt us promptin him to say:

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well folks--with this chip off the rock, i'm hopin to roll the rest of it to the top of the mountain by saturday. nite all
 
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I can't decide if this is fiction or not, but it sounds like you're out there playing "Quein es mas macho" to me.

I want to be polite but I have some serious misgivings about this little trilogy of yours.

Are we to understand that homeboy never actually touched his weapon but you took it upon yourself to comandeer it?

Are we to understand that you allowed your self to get that close to an (Presumed) assailant ( I will grant that his intent very likely wasn't to sell you girl scout cookies. And if it was they were probably hot) with both hands occupied. (I bet he could have got a razor across your throat before you got that gun out).

I'm sorry but all three stories sound more like vigilante justice than responsible self defense to me.

Did you call the police in any of these episodes?

Ok I'm done.
 
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there is some confusion here , understandable as in an attempt at brevity much background information was not included.
As i turned the corner in the hallway i was 8 feet short of the door with the stairs on my right. and standing there as i described was 'him' 6'2 looking like mr. clean ( bald head and big smile) with a tattooed devils tail growing out of his coat collar on his neck ending up behind his ear. that is a prison gang mark---i have seen it and others like it before. very common in fact as literally 1/3 of the inner city males over 16 have visited on Sims Street-the local low/medium security prison at least once. many in fact winter there.
his intent is to bully me with his size and large revolver ( it does its job by just being there) and words. the smile is total bs. he is a career criminal and he does not want to use/shoot his gun--the police will not even look special for him if no one is hurt cause of him. this is serious and a lot of thoughts happens all at once:

it would be ruled justifiable if i shot him on sight--there have been 3 collectors murdered and 2 seriously injured since '75. but the very last thing i ever want to do is actually shoot someone. i'm not going to hesitate, but i am going to give him every chance he will allow me to.

if i can take the advantage away from him; he is a professional and he should fold....after all-- there are a lot of marks out there and prison teaches patience.

so i jump to speaking before he can with: 'do you think........
and it goes like i wrote it, ending with him saying words to the effect that i should keep it and that he'd like to be moving on if that was ok with me. of course it was ok with me so i said ' good day, sir.' and his smile wasn't big, but it was honest. i told him to chuck the door open--he knew it was so i could watch him leaving. he did & walked away like nothing had happened; never looking back.
it was a dan wesson 8 inch and looked unfired. on the drive home i detoured over the river and feed it to the fishes. this was the only time a gun was displayed or drawn that i did not inform the police. there were no witnesses and i was like 144% sure he would not call them either.

there is more to say regarding other concerns and a bet ( that you would...positively... have lost)

i'll be back
 
It would be ruled justifiable if i shot him on sight--there have been 3 collectors murdered and 2 seriously injured since '75
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What school did you get your law degree at?
 
Check your prescription and make sure you're taking your meds properly...they don't seem to be doing the trick.
 
Treo: is your interest truly in my education or picking me apart. either way; i don't mind. but if it is the latter, than i do wish to say that there is no way i can say everything and say everything all at once and have everything i say come out perfect. so, well--i give up.

if its the former, than i got my education sitting with the prosecution at the trial in '76 of the 3 previously convicted felons who were out on parole and now being charged with the attempted murder of my dad. they got 20-to-life ( 10 for the crime and 10 for the gun): two got consecutive terms and the one who rolled over got concurant. i met with, and learned a lot from the 2 detectives working my dads case and as i have said; the team of prosecutors.
my knowledge of 'how things really worked in 1982' was as a witness to a self-defense shooting. two BG's both early 20's with knives and felony records. one lived, one didn't. trial was over in two days: it was ruled self-defense and the punk that lived got 20-to-life.

that was than, i dont know how that would be handled legal wise today and hope i never have to learn.
 
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My issue W/ these stories is that they sound ( actually they read like Mickey Spillane novels) like vigilante justice, I made that clear in my first post. I am very willing to concede that I could be wrong but that's how they strike me.

there is more to say regarding other concerns and a bet ( that you would...positively... have lost)
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I truly hope you never get a chance to prove it.
 
Why do you think it is necessary to get our permission?

Why should I have to read for five minutes to approximate a reason for your request? :rolleyes:
 
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