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Why would ANYONE living there NOT have a rifle or a 12 gauge shotgun loaded with slugs and shot (alternating) is beyond me.Because this is something very rare...no need to prepare for something that is not likely to happen.
My high school quickly taught one to a) never go into a bathroom alone; b) to be aware of danger. Big school - 4A then the largest in the state. 52% white, 48% black. (At 10 year reunion, three on death row, one already put down.)In the end, see the AB.
(I first said this back in 9th grade - "it seems like these (black) folks have some sort of extranous outside-of-school pressure on them - beyond peer pressure - to behave that way" - and I'm damn sure at my school now, it's probably >60% black now, that white kids are the totally embattled minority. As we know, that IS the MSM's message re we 'white privileged oppressors', who, that part of society is strongly encouraged to feel like they've done us a favor if we're not killed!)
So one day I'm walking in downtown Orlando where I would play lead guitar for a one man band guy. It was about 155 a. on a weekday. The bar had closed early. I start heading back to my car, and around the corner directly in front of me comes two M&F couples, black, ages 19? and I can see by the layout that I am getting set up to get only rolled -IF I am lucky.
I started angling at a 45 angle out into the empty street where I'd be more visibile, and the two guys matched my moves (moving their right hands so as to reach under their oversized T shirts), and glaring at my for having the impudence to not want to get kiilled.
But as we were 20 yards away from each other and closing, - I felt a huge & logical inspiration of courage and bad-assedness - and I started GLARING back at them with the 'You wanna fuck with me? You're fucking with the best!" which only pissed them off more and caused them to keep their eyes staring back at mine.
Why the inspiration with courage? I didn't want them to see the two cops on bicycles who came hauling ass around that same corner, both deftly hopping off their bikes as the bikes continued sliding sideway with their pedals shooting out sparks on the brick city street. (From the beginning, my memory of this event had become what I call a "slo mo" - in one's later memory - event.)
they didn't start yelling at the guys until each had his pistol out! POLICE, FREEZE!
The brothers were shocked, they looked back around, and raised their empty hands to the sky. They had shown off or threatened someone with their pieces at a bar, someone called it in, and for the first time in my life, THERE WERE COPS WHEN YOU NEEDED SOME!
EACH GUY HAD A 9MM STOLEN PISTOL IN THEIR BELT. All four were arrested. I was stoked!
R.C,