Friday morning
Friday morning, 2 am, someone is pounding on my son's door, screaming "Help me, help me." He answered the door, only to be attacked by a guy with a butcher knife. Fortunately his heating system is screwed up and he was still wearing his leather jacket, (helped alot). They fought over the knife until my son drew his 45. Make a note-condition 3 doesn't work when you busy fighting someone. Eventually he disarmed the guy, who kept asking for the keys to my son's car. Make what seems to be a long stroy short, the guy ran from the apartment and was soon caught by the cops,only after he got the taser gun from one and used it on her, then banged her head off the patrol car and tried to steal it. Boy now knows that you always carry with one in the chamber
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