bogie
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...over the holidays. And didn't get to mutter about it... So here goes...
I'm at a coffee shop (one of the beatnik-kinda-places), and my uberliberal (and I don't use that term lightly...) brother has entered. I've got to take him home. I walk through a plastic sheet wall (weird...), and try to get him to come home. He won't come. Kept at it. Finally he's coming. We're walking down the street to my car, and a smallish/rotund black female approaches, angling toward us between us and the vehicle. Mental alarm goes off, my hand goes in my pocket, and all that's there is my CRKT Crawford-Kasper. I look closer, and she's got a little pocket auto out. She's closer, and I pull the knife, but I'm moving WAY too slow, and she says something on the order of "not to bring a knife to a gunfight," fires, hitting me in the arm, passing through to thump my abdomen, doesn't feel debilitating, works the slide cuz she's shooting a piece of crap, and then I woke up before I could close...
Weird.
I'm at a coffee shop (one of the beatnik-kinda-places), and my uberliberal (and I don't use that term lightly...) brother has entered. I've got to take him home. I walk through a plastic sheet wall (weird...), and try to get him to come home. He won't come. Kept at it. Finally he's coming. We're walking down the street to my car, and a smallish/rotund black female approaches, angling toward us between us and the vehicle. Mental alarm goes off, my hand goes in my pocket, and all that's there is my CRKT Crawford-Kasper. I look closer, and she's got a little pocket auto out. She's closer, and I pull the knife, but I'm moving WAY too slow, and she says something on the order of "not to bring a knife to a gunfight," fires, hitting me in the arm, passing through to thump my abdomen, doesn't feel debilitating, works the slide cuz she's shooting a piece of crap, and then I woke up before I could close...
Weird.