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Edited on Wed Sep-30-09 03:18 PM by SsevenN
The girlfriend and I were walking back to the apt. We had ordered a Pizza downtown, picked it up, and headed back. (on foot, maybe 7-10 blocks away) The time was just after 9,
friday night.
This beat up cadillac drove past us twice in a matter of a minute, that's when I asked my gf to hold the pizza for me(In hindsight, I think it was a good move, to have both hands
availible). When the car came around the third time the windows were down. The 'gentlemen' (4 of them) inside started to accost me about the pizza, 'implying' that I should give
them some. They seemed drunk, they had that air of 'tough guy-ness' and a bit of a slurr here and there, I clearly remember my first impression being 'rowdy tough-guy drunks'. At
this point I had already positioned myself between my GF and the slowly moving car, I told them to get outta here or I would call the cops, as we continued to walk towards my apt.
(Told them I already had their license plate number, which was a bluff).
They started accosting my GF through the window, saying rude stuff that I wont repeat, and asking her what she was doing with a 'narc'. They were looking at her in an inappropriate
way, to put it politley. (Can you see rape in a mans eyes? I'm not sure but I definatly had that sensation crawling over me, with the way they were looking at her.) I used some colorful
language and told them to 'F--- OFF NOW' and once again 'I'm calling the cops'. That's when I pulled my cell phone from my pocket. Before I had the phone flipped open the two in
the back seat jumped out from both sides.
Now, I haven't taken very many self defense courses, but my instincts took over. (please keep in mind, this whole incident spanned MAYBE three minutes from the time the car first
drove past, it all happened very fast.)
I Threw my cell phone at the closest guy and drew a sub-compact handgun, I shouted "GET OUT OF HERE OR YOUR DEAD F---ERS" (probably not the best thing to say, but at the
time, my mind was reacting as best as it could)
The first guy did an almost INSTANT double take, the second he spun I was lined up on #2, he hand't even made it around the back of the car yet, so I was looking at the upper half
of his profile (big guy, way bigger than me). He saw my gun, looked me in the eyes, it was only for an instant but I could swear he was trying to determin if I was serious. I have a very
vivid memory of the moment, I think it's because I had a human being in my sight picture, with my finger on the trigger (DA pull)
Well after that second of staring he got back in the car. They left with a burn out (more like a tire chirp, but it felt like a burn out at the moment) and a bunch of profanities.
I didn't call the cops, I KNOW I should have, but at that moment, I was 4 blocks from my apt, and all I wanted to do was get the gf home. Not stand out side with her in the dark waiting
for the PD to show.
We didn't eat the pizza, both of us had lost our appitites and for me, the pizza was a reminder on the now fading adreneline that had previously been pumping through my veins. I
felt kind of sick, and was shaky, but also felt relief in a fashion. I had also managed to break my cell phone, after it had hit the guy it landed on the pavement. I didn't even remeber I
had thrown it until later that night when I was looking for it. (found it the next morning in the road, crunched pretty good)
I have not told this story anywhere else on the net, mostly because thinking about it gets me worked up, and puts me in a depressed kind of mood. I thought if it were worth posting,
it would be here, where a wider audeince range can take in the information, and maybe 'see the light' when it comes to handguns being used STOP violent encounters before they
start.
Could I have fought them off unarmed or with an improvised weapon? I imagine it's possible, As a kid I was in my 'fair share' of fights, but I don't think it would have ended well, (4
to 2, all of them males, and bigger than my 155 pound 6' self). I'm just glad my gf is safe, I don't want anything to ever happen to her, thinking about the way they looked at and
talked to her makes me sick, and angry. Thinking about what could have happend is nausiating.
Well that's it, I hope there is some inherent value in this story for someone out there, as it wasn't easy for me to write.
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