Hot brass
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I have had a gun pulled on me before and it was scarry. Then I got mad. When I came back the trash was gone, thank GOD
I won`t go into details.
I won`t go into details.
Ever have a gun pulled on you?
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mgjohn
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Yes, a couple of diffrent times. Didn't like it, and did something about it.
bad_dad_brad
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Only once. It was a cop. A misunderstanding. I didn't hold it against him considering the situation, but believe me, it scared the crap out of me.
"Put the cell phone on the ground!" Oh yea. Yes sir! 1-800-EAT-DIRT. The phone still works by the way.
"Put the cell phone on the ground!" Oh yea. Yes sir! 1-800-EAT-DIRT. The phone still works by the way.
Nathaniel Firethorn
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Had a rifle pointed at me once. Dirtbag kid up the street.
In retrospect, I should have filed a charge of assault with a deadly weapon. But it would have been my word against his.
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In retrospect, I should have filed a charge of assault with a deadly weapon. But it would have been my word against his.
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Yep! MId-70s...all night shift at a gas station. Some kind of small blued automatic. Guy was drunk looking for a lady who worked at the station. I had put my Ruger 357 Blackhawk in my car 'cause it was a warm night and that is all that saved his life 'cause he was sitting in his car and I was behind cover and would have killed him if I had the 357 in my belt. It was a MIRACLE and I'm glad he lived to drive away. I saw him two weeks later at the movies with his kids. I'm never without a pistol. Rule #1. Happy trails.
geegee
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I got shot at once while bouncing in a bar. I was in an alley with my partner and a couple of guys we had just thrown out. It was kind of dark when my partner yells "He's got a gun!" We must have looked like two of the Three Stooges trying to squeeze back through that door at the same time the gun was fired. My quick feet even surprised me! 
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geegeeblades67
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Yes. Always leaves me with a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach after the situation is resolved.
BozemanMT
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I've had a gun drawn on me three times
#1 Back in high school I worked as a cook at Zang's Brewery.
I worked Friday nights, sat nights and Sunday open to close (30 hours a week, ugh) So, Sunday the alarm would go off at like 7am and I could open the door (I had a key) anytime after 7. One Sunday morning I go off to work I open the door, go inside, grab my apron and go into the kitchen. I need to get everything warmed up, so I'm turning on the grills and such And we had
this old oven, it would never light up, you always had to lean down on your knees and light the burner. So, I'm in the kitchen, on my knees head in then oven, lighting it and I hear Chink chink (the sound of a shotgun being chambered)
What cha doing there boy? Says the nice Denver PD guy.
Oh course, I pretty immediately had to go change my pants. He scared the **** out of me
Apparently I had opened the door before 7am and the alarm was still on.
Oppps Never did that again
#2 Graduated college (somehow) working as an assistent slave for Slave On drug stores on a remodel crew. Working in downtown Santa Anna (scary) and one day this guy comes in and says "did you tell so and so (a girl on my crew) to work harder. Yeah, i said, i did. He pulls back his jacket to reveal his pistol (no idea what kind) and says "don't do it again" and walks out. that was the beginning of the end of my SoCal adventure
#3 Not 3 weeks later I"m driving north on the 5 through Pendleton and we were going along pretty good (California freeway after all) and this guy apparantly takes exception to my driving and pulls up next to us (why can people only go faster AFTER you pass them) and waves his Beretta at us. Shoulders, floored, you name it, I was GONE. old 80's Rabbit GTI doing 110 up the 5. Never saw that guy again. That was the end of Brian's SoCal adventure
#1 Back in high school I worked as a cook at Zang's Brewery.
I worked Friday nights, sat nights and Sunday open to close (30 hours a week, ugh) So, Sunday the alarm would go off at like 7am and I could open the door (I had a key) anytime after 7. One Sunday morning I go off to work I open the door, go inside, grab my apron and go into the kitchen. I need to get everything warmed up, so I'm turning on the grills and such And we had
this old oven, it would never light up, you always had to lean down on your knees and light the burner. So, I'm in the kitchen, on my knees head in then oven, lighting it and I hear Chink chink (the sound of a shotgun being chambered)
What cha doing there boy? Says the nice Denver PD guy.
Oh course, I pretty immediately had to go change my pants.
He scared the **** out of meApparently I had opened the door before 7am and the alarm was still on.
Oppps Never did that again
#2 Graduated college (somehow) working as an assistent slave for Slave On drug stores on a remodel crew. Working in downtown Santa Anna (scary) and one day this guy comes in and says "did you tell so and so (a girl on my crew) to work harder. Yeah, i said, i did. He pulls back his jacket to reveal his pistol (no idea what kind) and says "don't do it again" and walks out. that was the beginning of the end of my SoCal adventure
#3 Not 3 weeks later I"m driving north on the 5 through Pendleton and we were going along pretty good (California freeway after all) and this guy apparantly takes exception to my driving and pulls up next to us (why can people only go faster AFTER you pass them) and waves his Beretta at us. Shoulders, floored, you name it, I was GONE. old 80's Rabbit GTI doing 110 up the 5. Never saw that guy again. That was the end of Brian's SoCal adventure
Two buddies and I had two sheriffs deputies and a town cop pull their guns on us. We had gone down to a popular gulley in a park in CA with shotguns and pistols to just plink around. There was an old shot-up car and a bunch of broken down household appliances that were also being used for "fun".
We parked along the paved road and were in our trunks accessing our cased weapons when a park ranger pulled up next to us and asked what we were doing and we told him. "We're just going down here to shoot some targets." His reply was "Okay, just be careful." And he left.
Well, we were down there with earplugs in just having the times of our lives, and during a break in the shooting I faintly heard some shouting, I looked at my buddies and they were reloading and not talking, so I looked around and saw the LEO's pointing their pistols at us and yelling.
I had a Glock 21 in my hand at the time and turned to get the attention of my buddies, needless to say we all slowly put our weapons on the deck and pulled out the earplugs to hear what they were yelling about. We went through the whole routine, questioning, serial number tracing, background checks and were released. To make a long story short, after it was all said and done I was mad about the whole thing, didn't like being a target.
We parked along the paved road and were in our trunks accessing our cased weapons when a park ranger pulled up next to us and asked what we were doing and we told him. "We're just going down here to shoot some targets." His reply was "Okay, just be careful." And he left.
Well, we were down there with earplugs in just having the times of our lives, and during a break in the shooting I faintly heard some shouting, I looked at my buddies and they were reloading and not talking, so I looked around and saw the LEO's pointing their pistols at us and yelling.
I had a Glock 21 in my hand at the time and turned to get the attention of my buddies, needless to say we all slowly put our weapons on the deck and pulled out the earplugs to hear what they were yelling about. We went through the whole routine, questioning, serial number tracing, background checks and were released. To make a long story short, after it was all said and done I was mad about the whole thing, didn't like being a target.
A couple of times:
In the 80s I was a process server during summer break and someone displeased with receiving legal notification of a lawsuit chased me down his front walkway with a shotgun. I ran down the street ducking between the parked cars and couldn't return for my car for a half hour.
More recently, working in Ethiopia I have had a few run-ins with tribes hostile to those working with our palaeontology group. Twice we were ambushed by a group of tribesmen. Everyone out there has an AK-47 complements of the Soviet Union airlift in the mid 1970s. There is nothing like staring down the barrel of an AK-47 when you are stuck in a narrow gulley in a truck. I was looking down at my notebook and didn't even realize anything was wrong until all our tribesmen racked the charging handles on their Kalashnikovs and piled out of the truck to start firing. It was the classic Mexican standoff until cooler heads prevailed. The fact that the other scientists and I were there was probably the only reason shots were not fired, since these groups shoot each other all the time. The government there has been known to send in the federal troops, who are not exactly easy-going, if the tribes cause too much trouble for the scientists.
Incidentally, range was essentially point-blank since they jumped out of the bushes as we crawled along in the truck. We had a couple other confrontations, but usually at a couple hundred yards or more and when on foot, so I felt more able to take evasive action.
That field season the killings were pretty bad and several scientific groups working only a couple of hundred kilometers away were chased off their sites. To my knowledge no scientists have ever been killed there, but I am still having a hard time getting a life insurance policy for when in the field.
In the 80s I was a process server during summer break and someone displeased with receiving legal notification of a lawsuit chased me down his front walkway with a shotgun. I ran down the street ducking between the parked cars and couldn't return for my car for a half hour.
More recently, working in Ethiopia I have had a few run-ins with tribes hostile to those working with our palaeontology group. Twice we were ambushed by a group of tribesmen. Everyone out there has an AK-47 complements of the Soviet Union airlift in the mid 1970s. There is nothing like staring down the barrel of an AK-47 when you are stuck in a narrow gulley in a truck. I was looking down at my notebook and didn't even realize anything was wrong until all our tribesmen racked the charging handles on their Kalashnikovs and piled out of the truck to start firing. It was the classic Mexican standoff until cooler heads prevailed. The fact that the other scientists and I were there was probably the only reason shots were not fired, since these groups shoot each other all the time. The government there has been known to send in the federal troops, who are not exactly easy-going, if the tribes cause too much trouble for the scientists.
Incidentally, range was essentially point-blank since they jumped out of the bushes as we crawled along in the truck. We had a couple other confrontations, but usually at a couple hundred yards or more and when on foot, so I felt more able to take evasive action.
That field season the killings were pretty bad and several scientific groups working only a couple of hundred kilometers away were chased off their sites. To my knowledge no scientists have ever been killed there, but I am still having a hard time getting a life insurance policy for when in the field.
Tamara
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Once when I was minding my own business (carjacking attempt).
A few times while I was at work (repossessing cars).
A few times while I was at work (repossessing cars).
I was fired upon once during my misspent youth.
I was held up once with a pistol-wielding bum in Providence Rhode Island ( I noticed he held his finger off the trigger, and had a Davis .380)....if I weren't accompanying a young lady home late that night I would've done something stupid...
I've had guns pointed at me a couple of times by cops during traffic stops. This was scarier than the other times aformentioned.
I was held up once with a pistol-wielding bum in Providence Rhode Island ( I noticed he held his finger off the trigger, and had a Davis .380)....if I weren't accompanying a young lady home late that night I would've done something stupid...
I've had guns pointed at me a couple of times by cops during traffic stops. This was scarier than the other times aformentioned.
makdaddy03
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Yes and have been shot at 3 different times.
geekWithA.45
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Once, a Maybe, and an attempted mugging
Once:
When I was 4 or 5, we were getting in the car to go to church on a sunday morning. Some damned idiot shot the car window out with either a pellet or a .22 from the woods. My older sister threw me onto the floor and covered me (we raise em brave in our family) while dad went charging through the brush like a bear. He didn't catch the teenage punk, who ran like hell.
A Maybe:
OK, ya'd think a guy would know if someone pulled a gun on him, ya'll be the judge. I'm 17 or 18, working a convenience store. A fellow comes to the register, asks for smokes, and drops $3 on the register. With his hand in his pocket, he says, "I've got a gun, are the cigarettes free?" I hand him his change, close the till, and tell him "Nope", with a big smile. The fellow blinks, and leaves. I sicced the cops on him, just in case he DID have a gun, and had thoughts of round 2. My guess is what I told the cop, "I didn't see a gun, and I really doubt he had one, but you never can tell for sure, and if he really wanted to rob the place, he sure went about it in a half assed way. Had he actually pulled one out, I'd have let him clean out the whole store. He went thataway on foot."
Attempted mugging:
TFL & THR folks have heard this one before, and it gets shorter with each telling.
While heading to my car in a Philly parking lot at night, I was approached by a wary fellow spewing some line of BS, who was clearly looking for me to provide him an opportunity to close with me the moment I took my attention off him. (See mugging dynamics 101) Fortunately, my inner alarms clanged up to yellow when he rounded the corner, and red when he started his patter. The result was what I call a dynamic stalemate. I couldn't get to my driver's door without turning my back to him and I wasn't taking my eyes off him for a second. After a minute of telling him to go away, I figured the only way to break the stalemate was to get my boken out of my trunk, and show him I meant it, but I couldn't hit the lock with the damned key without looking at it. Fortunately, a friend drove up to check on me from the other end of the lot. He stepped out of his car and reached under his jacket. The would be mugger fled, saying, "I ain't messing with no gun!".
Moral of the story:
I'm a normal guy, who doesn't go looking for trouble, but if you start asking around, you'll find that trouble finds most folks at least a couple of times as we do our life, liberty, and pursuit of happiness.
Once:
When I was 4 or 5, we were getting in the car to go to church on a sunday morning. Some damned idiot shot the car window out with either a pellet or a .22 from the woods. My older sister threw me onto the floor and covered me (we raise em brave in our family) while dad went charging through the brush like a bear. He didn't catch the teenage punk, who ran like hell.
A Maybe:
OK, ya'd think a guy would know if someone pulled a gun on him, ya'll be the judge. I'm 17 or 18, working a convenience store. A fellow comes to the register, asks for smokes, and drops $3 on the register. With his hand in his pocket, he says, "I've got a gun, are the cigarettes free?" I hand him his change, close the till, and tell him "Nope", with a big smile. The fellow blinks, and leaves. I sicced the cops on him, just in case he DID have a gun, and had thoughts of round 2. My guess is what I told the cop, "I didn't see a gun, and I really doubt he had one, but you never can tell for sure, and if he really wanted to rob the place, he sure went about it in a half assed way. Had he actually pulled one out, I'd have let him clean out the whole store. He went thataway on foot."
Attempted mugging:
TFL & THR folks have heard this one before, and it gets shorter with each telling.
While heading to my car in a Philly parking lot at night, I was approached by a wary fellow spewing some line of BS, who was clearly looking for me to provide him an opportunity to close with me the moment I took my attention off him. (See mugging dynamics 101) Fortunately, my inner alarms clanged up to yellow when he rounded the corner, and red when he started his patter. The result was what I call a dynamic stalemate. I couldn't get to my driver's door without turning my back to him and I wasn't taking my eyes off him for a second. After a minute of telling him to go away, I figured the only way to break the stalemate was to get my boken out of my trunk, and show him I meant it, but I couldn't hit the lock with the damned key without looking at it. Fortunately, a friend drove up to check on me from the other end of the lot. He stepped out of his car and reached under his jacket. The would be mugger fled, saying, "I ain't messing with no gun!".
Moral of the story:
I'm a normal guy, who doesn't go looking for trouble, but if you start asking around, you'll find that trouble finds most folks at least a couple of times as we do our life, liberty, and pursuit of happiness.
Carlos
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Well said. ME too.
OK, once. Was in the military back in the mid 70's. After our evenings out, we usually drove in the back gate of the Fort with no problems, hoping to avoid the MPs at the front gates, and it was quicker.
We come ripping through on this gravel road at highway speed and see MP jeep up ahead checking out an abandoned car.
The MP signalled for the truck I was riding in to stop. I was riding in the bed with another soldier. The driver kept on going, flooring it, up this gravel road. . .
In horror, the other dude and I saw the MP draw his .45 and at best got it 90 deg from us and we were gone. That was fun.
Never did see any headlights behind us the rest of that night. Whew. I was 19 at the time.
QuarterBoreGunner
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yes... it sucked.
But the bad guy won't see free air for another 45 years...so I guess everything works out ok.
But the bad guy won't see free air for another 45 years...so I guess everything works out ok.
OEF_VET
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Twice.
First time, I was at a party about 12 years ago, during my days of gun-safety ignorance. Or more correctly, my dumba$$ days! The guy who lived in the apartment we were at was showing a couple of us his 1911 and his .270. I started explaining to him the difference between hollow points and ball. He apparently decided he didn't like what I was saying because he raises the 1911, points it at me, and says he'll show me a hollow point. Lucky for me the gun wasn't 'cocked and locked' and I knew the difference. I rather quickly left the room, grabbed my buddies, and took off for more friendly surroundings.
Second time, some friends and I drove to a house to pick up some female friends who were at a party and wanted to leave, but were being stopped by several guys there. Two friends had already gone over, but some dude mistook my friend for someone else and kicked his car. My friend didn't take that well, but decided it was better to retreat temporarily and come back with more friends. About 6 or 7 of us drove down and had a few words with the guys at the house. One of them tried to threaten us with a bat, a shovel, and even a lawn chair, all of which were taken from him. As we were leaving, I saw what looked like a 4" barrelled revolver in one of the guys hands, held at his side. We left (with the girls), and a little while later the guys brother came to where we were to apologize for his younger brothers stupidity. We told him he was lucky we were driving away and the kid hadn't brandished while we were there. If he had, there's no doubt one of my friends would have killed him. (This was prior to me getting a CCW.)
Lessons learned: 1) Alcohol and guns DO NOT mix. 2) Don't go looking for trouble, you may just find it.
Frank
First time, I was at a party about 12 years ago, during my days of gun-safety ignorance. Or more correctly, my dumba$$ days! The guy who lived in the apartment we were at was showing a couple of us his 1911 and his .270. I started explaining to him the difference between hollow points and ball. He apparently decided he didn't like what I was saying because he raises the 1911, points it at me, and says he'll show me a hollow point. Lucky for me the gun wasn't 'cocked and locked' and I knew the difference. I rather quickly left the room, grabbed my buddies, and took off for more friendly surroundings.
Second time, some friends and I drove to a house to pick up some female friends who were at a party and wanted to leave, but were being stopped by several guys there. Two friends had already gone over, but some dude mistook my friend for someone else and kicked his car. My friend didn't take that well, but decided it was better to retreat temporarily and come back with more friends. About 6 or 7 of us drove down and had a few words with the guys at the house. One of them tried to threaten us with a bat, a shovel, and even a lawn chair, all of which were taken from him. As we were leaving, I saw what looked like a 4" barrelled revolver in one of the guys hands, held at his side. We left (with the girls), and a little while later the guys brother came to where we were to apologize for his younger brothers stupidity. We told him he was lucky we were driving away and the kid hadn't brandished while we were there. If he had, there's no doubt one of my friends would have killed him. (This was prior to me getting a CCW.)
Lessons learned: 1) Alcohol and guns DO NOT mix. 2) Don't go looking for trouble, you may just find it.
Frank
Gordy Wesen
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I got too close to the Chinese border once and had a Chi-Com brandish his rifle to keep me clear.
Earlier in college I was set up by some friends. They told me so and so was out for me because I'd been oogling his girl (not true). I sat in a friends room discussing the solution when the fellow kicks the door open, raises his 12 g and fires. Flames, smoke and a bang with a corresponding lurching of my body...and everybody started laughing. He had removed the wadding and pellets leaving only the primer.
Earlier in college I was set up by some friends. They told me so and so was out for me because I'd been oogling his girl (not true). I sat in a friends room discussing the solution when the fellow kicks the door open, raises his 12 g and fires. Flames, smoke and a bang with a corresponding lurching of my body...and everybody started laughing. He had removed the wadding and pellets leaving only the primer.
Captain Bligh
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Twice. Once as a CPS worker I was investigating a child abuse complaint. A guy took offense that I should ask questions about his beating his child senseless. He invited me to leave his house at the end of a gun barrel. I took his suggestion--and later his kid.
Fast forward 20 years. I am working late in my office--about midnight--long after everyone else had gone home. A person in a building adjacent to me saw me through the window and called me in as a burglar. I was walking down a dark hallway, too lazy to look for the light switch, when an LEO stepped out of the shadows with a gun drawn down on me. I showed my ID and that was that, but I tell ya it was a cardiac stress test if there ever was one. It made quite an impression on me, because in the first situation you always expect trouble. The second deal was totally unexpected.
RJ
Fast forward 20 years. I am working late in my office--about midnight--long after everyone else had gone home. A person in a building adjacent to me saw me through the window and called me in as a burglar. I was walking down a dark hallway, too lazy to look for the light switch, when an LEO stepped out of the shadows with a gun drawn down on me. I showed my ID and that was that, but I tell ya it was a cardiac stress test if there ever was one. It made quite an impression on me, because in the first situation you always expect trouble. The second deal was totally unexpected.
RJ
Kenneth Lew
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Yes, several times.
Once, during an attempted carjacking.
Once, while robbed.
Once, while removing someone vehicle (they were at the bar) on clearly marked and signed private property.
Kenneth Lew
Once, during an attempted carjacking.
Once, while robbed.
Once, while removing someone vehicle (they were at the bar) on clearly marked and signed private property.
Kenneth Lew
keyhole
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Gordy-
Sounds like someone needed a severe whuppin for that.
Been copping, and other stuff for 18 years now. Pulled mine a lot, and never had anyone pull theirs on me.
Never had problems with guys target shooting in the dumps though. Usually knew them.
Sounds like someone needed a severe whuppin for that.
Been copping, and other stuff for 18 years now. Pulled mine a lot, and never had anyone pull theirs on me.
Never had problems with guys target shooting in the dumps though. Usually knew them.
Moparmike
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Ok, please remember I am quite young, and while not a violent person, can 'forget' common sense once in a while.
If I had been you in that situation, after every one was laughing, I would have gotten up and beat the holy living $4|7 out of him with the shotgun. THen ask him how he feels about being the victim of improper use of a firearm.:banghead:
But like I said, that would be something I did in a rage, not with common sense and rational thought
.brownie0486
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Tamara, repo work? Did some of that for a few years. Had a few pulled on me during those times as well, didn't like that work much.
Serving warrant, had the guy at the front door produce a small auto and threaten both of us, pointing between us.
We calmed him down quickly and retreated. Came back with more and he went quietly as well as facing more charges.
Gordy Wesen: Had a numbnut do that to me with a pistol at a party with a blank when I was 21 years younger. About dropped the heart on the floor when he just walked up without notice and fired. Had powder burns on the shoulder [ I was moving laterally as he fired ].
He was laughing with the rest of the "boys" at my expense. They had bet him he couldn't walk up and shoot me in the chest. I had just returned from anti-terror training and had shown a few one particular move. The boys thought it would be funny [and I think they wanted to see if the technique worked. ].
After the "rush" and I calmed down physically from the adrenaline dump and shaking he found himself on the wall in a pretty nasty choke while I explained he would not be in my future plans and to stay away from me or else.
I'm never amazed at how many people can be outright stupid with a gun.
Brownie
Serving warrant, had the guy at the front door produce a small auto and threaten both of us, pointing between us.
We calmed him down quickly and retreated. Came back with more and he went quietly as well as facing more charges.
Gordy Wesen: Had a numbnut do that to me with a pistol at a party with a blank when I was 21 years younger. About dropped the heart on the floor when he just walked up without notice and fired. Had powder burns on the shoulder [ I was moving laterally as he fired ].
He was laughing with the rest of the "boys" at my expense. They had bet him he couldn't walk up and shoot me in the chest. I had just returned from anti-terror training and had shown a few one particular move. The boys thought it would be funny [and I think they wanted to see if the technique worked. ].
After the "rush" and I calmed down physically from the adrenaline dump and shaking he found himself on the wall in a pretty nasty choke while I explained he would not be in my future plans and to stay away from me or else.
I'm never amazed at how many people can be outright stupid with a gun.
Brownie
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