Had a pump action shotgun stuffed in my face... Weird part... No BS... I walked straight up to it, and I fuggin went the Hell off!!! I was yelling at the Racist doo doo face to pull the trigger... told him "You pulled the F'n gun now you have to use it you Fuggin Pussy!" "You have to fuggin use it" "DO IT!" "Pull the fuggin trigger", ON AND ON, I was pissed.... It was a Van Load of freaking jackoffs while I was in college... The guy was shaking SOOOO bad... after about a minute it became clear he wasn't going to shoot, I was furious, to threaten without the balls or spine to follow through... Oh I was mad... I snatched the gun outta his hands, pulled it up and outta the drivers side window, (making damn sure the muzzle was up) unloaded it and threw it at him through the window, then I went on some rant about if I saw him or his buddies in the area again I was going to pull a gun and I will shoot... Blah Blah Blah HUGE FREAKIN DRAMA, Had lots of witnesses about 8 buddies hiding behind trees and shid behind me ... Accept for Kyler... Kyler had my back.. about 12' back but he stood his ground. The whole time this was going on the passanger, holding a .38 snub-nose revolver was shaking sooo bad, I could actually hear the shells rattling in the cylinder...
The conclusion, someone called the cops, the cops had no leads despite descriptions of the Van, and the rounds outta the gun. Cops told me I was "insane", "stupid", and "Lucky". "Your lucky your not dead!" Blah Blah Blah Man I got tired of hearing that, and these ####### Cops (Sorry LEOs) were getting hostile with me, WHY? I got bigger balls than them? My fight or flight reflex is broken? WTF? I remember walking away from the cops, they are telling me I have to stay and answer their questions in the Dorm Managers Office (Useless Bitch BTW) , I asked them if I am under arrest, they said NO, I said "then Fug You, you have my statement, I need a cigarette"...and went back up to my dormroom... (Dirty Harry and shid right) HA! Apparantly this van load of white trash had been cruising around campus doing this for a couple months... They would shout racial shid at someone, then hop in the van and when confronted, they would pull the guns out and act all tough scaring the college kids... After my incident, according to my volunteer buddy it stopped, that was the last report filed on these guys... I guess pissing yourself while your the one with the gun just sorta took all the fun out of it...
OK, So am I a freaking hero? I don't think so, do hero's shake like fuggin leaves for a good hour after-action?
Mostly I saw the Dorms at that time as MY HOME... MY HOME, and when these sugarbritches showed up and started yelling racial shid at my buddy, it was like they were screwing with me in my house... I was way beyond pissed... Then when the Shotgun came up as I was running towards the drivers side door it scared the holy crap outta me, which makes me even more angry just a split second later....
So mostly I was just freakin livid... wasn't trying to be cool, it's not an "I'm a badass MOFO" kinda thing, or anything like that, it's a freaking short circuit in my head... I'm not a tough guy, I am certainly not bullet proof...
I did learn some things though...
1. The unexpected action combined with the right sort of eye contact leaving little doubt that don't mind dying, can really save your ass.
2. I really shouldn't make critical decisions when truly pissed or when my SR's are firing...
3. Calming down from something like this takes a LOOONG TIME!!!
4. Allways put on shoes before going to confront some sugarbritches... Yup, that was the one clear thought in my head at the time... "Can I kill a man when barefoot", and/or "It would suck to get blown away without shoes on"....
I know it sounds WAY THE HELL out there, it reads like a freakin screen play, but I am being 100% here... Not expecting anything positive out of it... Hell I expect to get my ass handed to me by Da'Train and RSD.
OK... FUN PART!!! Remember now this happened while I was living in the Dorms in college. I also had about 14 or so witnesses that lived on my floor, I had shouted out what was going on as Kyler and I headed down the stairs to confront these guys. SO, can you freaking imagine the rumors and myths that developed in that dorm around that "scarry assed, Long Haired, Devil Bearded, Art Major on 3rd SW?" OMG... This got old after awhile but talk about stories... Funny As Hell, next thing you know word is getting back to me that I had drug the guy outta the van and shot him, that I had been shot at and still walked up to the muzzle, that I was carrying a weapon and shot the driver and passanger, on and on... It was pretty funny, for the next year and a half in that dorm, that night would still come up occasionally and each time it got a little better...
