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Originally Posted by Big_Bill
The first confrontation occurred as I escorted my wife to a business in Camden, NJ. The business turned out to be on an old industrial section, with most of the businesses closed down. As we approached the building, two men exited a deep dark doorway and came towed us. I placed her behind me, and watched the two men continue to approach us. I opened my coat when they reached about 6 feet from us. At that point one of the men opened his coat. at that time I drew my pistol, and informed him that I do not have anything worth dieing for, and that I do not wish to kill him, but will if he makes me. He closed his coat and returned to their dark doorway. We conducted her business and I left the building first, with my gun in my hand and my hand in my coat pocket, I checked the area out, gathered my wife, and exited in our car.
The second attack, Occurred on a darkened city street. Three men walked out of the entryway of a closed Movie Theater in front of us, demanding money, I informed them that I had none. They insisted that I give them my wallet so that they could see for themselves. There leader began approaching us, I stepped in front of my wife and daughter and drew my pistol, pointing it directly at his head and told him to leave, he laughed and informed me that there were three of them, and I responded that, that's two bullets each, more than enough. He looked back at his accomplices and they encouraged him to leave. Which they did.
These occurrences are not exciting, it is not necessary to prove my ability with a firearm, only to insure the safety of my family.
I have never found pleasure killing anything. But I also learned many years ago; "That a Mans Got To Do, When A Mans Got To Do It". Meaning to the best of my understanding, that A Man must do things he finds distasteful or unpleasant, If he is to be a MAN.
Sincerely,
Bill
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Less than two blocks from my house I had a man threaten to kill me, because he asked me for a smoke and I told him I didn't have any. "Don't smoke." He demanded I give him some money so he could "buy" some cigarettes. I told him, "Blow me.".
"Muthafucka, I will KILL you!"
"Do it."
"What?"
"My life pretty much sucks anyhow. Just fuckin' kill me and get it over with, dumbass. If you gonna do it, do it, you piece of shit."
He stepped back and let me go. Stared at me, stunned, as I walked away.
Sometimes all you need is a bad attitude and to be seen as a little bit crazy.
Then again, I never saw a gun and I doubt he really had one.
Dave