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3 hours ago, HarleyFatboy said:

What make and model was that WW?

The man's name was Sid King, and he smiled and said I've got something for you, and it was in a box.   I looked at it without touching it, while he was saying something, but I don't really remember what brand or make it was, though as I said, it looked very similar to that one in the video.

I was sorely tempted, but I had sworn off semi-automatics at that point in my life, due to the mess of empty cartridges they all seem to leave behind.   

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I knew a professional hit man. He had retired. Alive.

He only used revolvers, and they were used, unmarked, and cheap. He didn't like anything fancy; they were only one-time single use tools for him.

He told great stories, but refrained from certain details for obvious reasons.

 

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18 minutes ago, Foamy T. Squirrel said:

I knew a professional hit man. He had retired. Alive.

He only used revolvers, and they were used, unmarked, and cheap. He didn't like anything fancy; they were only one-time single use tools for him.

He told great stories, but refrained from certain details for obvious reasons.

I bet he did have some very interesting stories to tell!   He is a smart man if all he used was revolvers for that line of work.    The only other handgun I would use by todays standards would be a Glock if I was going to use any semi-auto pistol.

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49 minutes ago, Foamy T. Squirrel said:

I knew a professional hit man. He had retired. Alive.

He only used revolvers, and they were used, unmarked, and cheap. He didn't like anything fancy; they were only one-time single use tools for him.

He told great stories, but refrained from certain details for obvious reasons.

 

I never had to take anyone out that way, but I came close to shooting the nose off someone once.   It happened in the wee hours of night, and was a sudden bit of action followed by a loud report that startled a good friend then sitting beside me in my car.  It was pure reflex, as I quickly threw my arm across my friend's chest and took my shot out of the passenger side window.   And it's a good thing that this prick then parked at this gas station, didn't moved forward a few inches just then, or he would done more than just coward down into the floor boards.  

At best, he would have been left without a nose, at worse..

Oh he was a real scary looking guy, with his scraped knuckles and bruised up face, and his short cropped prison hair cut.  

And I didn't mean to be rude or stare.  But when he flipped me off, my lightning quick reflexes just took over.   

My good friend Joe, after we took off, shouted out,..

"JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!"    He was a little bit shaken up by it all.   

Joe had just gotten back into the car, and didn't know what was about to happen just then.

And it was both deliberate and fast on my part.  

Anyway,.. Joe was, and is, the best friend I ever had.  

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Good story WW!   I bet your best friend had some ringing in the ears after that lol.   I've never shot at a person on purpose thus far through my life,  but to protect me or my family or my properties,  I would in a heartbeat.   I would have to be in fear for my life or one of family members life before I pulled the trigger though .   I through properties in there because if there is one thing I can not stand,  it's a thief!

I used to work with an older man named Joe when I was working the summers during my high school days.   There was myself and another dude named Anthony, both of us from rival high schools.   Every time that Joe fucked up on the job, Anthony would look at me with this "I'm stoned" look and say......That fucking Joe mawn.    He didn't say man, he said mawn.   Before long everybody in the shop would say it every time he fucked up.....it was some funny shit back in the day to two high school jock stoners lol.

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1 minute ago, HarleyFatboy said:

Good story WW!   I bet your best friend had some ringing in the ears after that lol.   I've never shot at a person on purpose thus far through my life,  but to protect me or my family or my properties,  I would in a heartbeat.   I would have to be in fear for my life or one of family members life before I pulled the trigger though .   I through properties in there because if there is one thing I can not stand,  it's a thief!

I used to work with an older man named Joe when I was working the summers during my high school days.   There was myself and another dude named Anthony, both of us from rival high schools.   Every time that Joe fucked up on the job, Anthony would look at me with this "I'm stoned" look and say......That fucking Joe mawn.    He didn't say man, he said mawn.   Before long everybody in the shop would say it every time he fucked up.....it was some funny shit back in the day to two high school jock stoners lol.

In a car, at three in the morning with little or no traffic going by,.. it was loud.

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When it comes to gun play, as Foamy might recall from the incident at Hemlock Park, where I showed this punk my own version of Russian Roulette, I tend to be a bit more diplomatic than I was on that particular night.

Honestly, while everyone is rather quick when they're young.  I was notably quick in my actions at certain times.  

Quick as lightning and as agile as a mountain goat.   There was nothing about me that was ever clumsy in my ways.  

And my mind when in the heat of conflict is absolutely uncanny.   So hard to describe, but even quicker, and more apt than even my obvious motor skills.

So that you will know just how unerring fast I could be I will relate a non-threatening event that took place, that is almost super human in the way of being quick.

There is an old bar trick where a person would hold a dollar bill just an inch away from your thumb and forefinger, and will say if you can catch it you can have it.   And then he will let the bill drop, and almost no one can ever pinch their fingers quick enough to grab that bill. 

Now imagine this,.. At a party at Joes house to celebrate his new baby, where there were a few friends then gathered around the kitchen dinette table which was up against the wall by a window.  

I was sitting on the inside close to the window, and some girl was sitting to my left.   Directly across from me was some other girl, with Joe then sitting on the outside part of this booth like table.

A girl, named Karen was then holding Joe's new baby, and was then throwing it up a little bit into the air and then catching it.

But, on this one occasion, she dropped the baby, and I dove under the table and caught the kid just a couple of inches away from the floor.   I caught it like a football.    And the amazing thing, though I didn't care about it at the time, was that I didn't even knock over any drinks!   That surprised me.

Joe's words spoken just then was a mixture of anger directed towards poor Karen, and relief at the same time, as he then said harshly,.. "Nice fucking catch!"  

Even Joe, who was sitting right next to where Karen was then standing, couldn't respond as fast.  In fact, no one, except for Karen of course, had even grasped just then that dreadful drop.  And though it was all a flash, I still remember that anxious look upon her face just then.

By the way,.. For what it's worth, I always gave credit to God for those times when that sort of thing might have saved somebody.    He still moves me even now.   Perhaps not as quickly, but in different ways all the same.

There, now I'm done.   Boy, sometimes writing is a bitch! 

 

 

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A man with cat like reflexes.....I like it!   You should have been a boxer, sugar ray wouldn't have had anything on you!    I have a lot of different kind of stories but the problem is I can't remember over half of them lol.    Another good story by the WW!!

When I was 20 years old I was driving my motor scooter home from work after pulling a double shift because the same fucking people never wanted to come to work.   At any rate, I had a 40 minute ride to get to my house which was on the bay and I had to cross a double set of railroad tracks that were literally about 5 miles from my house.   I know what you're thinking....no big deal right!   The only problem was that I crossed them in a dead sleep and totally shattered the arms that come down to keep people from crossing the tracks.   How I didn't kill myself that morning I'll never know.   I didn't wreck my bike and somehow never let go of the handle bars when I was finally awakened by the very sudden jolt and swerving after hitting those arms.   When I reach my house and got off the bike to take a look at the damage,  I had lost my headlight and left blinker.  Needless to say, that was the last time I worked a double shift when I would ride my bike to work.

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5 minutes ago, HarleyFatboy said:

A man with cat like reflexes.....I like it!   You should have been a boxer, sugar ray wouldn't have had anything on you!    I have a lot of different kind of stories but the problem is I can't remember over half of them lol.    Another good story by the WW!!

When I was 20 years old I was driving my motor scooter home from work after pulling a double shift because the same fucking people never wanted to come to work.   At any rate, I had a 40 minute ride to get to my house which was on the bay and I had to cross a double set of railroad tracks that were literally about 5 miles from my house.   I know what you're thinking....no big deal right!   The only problem was that I crossed them in a dead sleep and totally shattered the arms that come down to keep people from crossing the tracks.   How I didn't kill myself that morning I'll never know.   I didn't wreck my bike and somehow never let go of the handle bars when I was finally awakened by the very sudden jolt and swerving after hitting those arms.   When I reach my house and got off the bike to take a look at the damage,  I had lost my headlight and left blinker.  Needless to say, that was the last time I worked a double shift when I would ride my bike to work.

Just as with me, Your guardian angel was there for you.    Boy, the ones assigned to look after me must have dreaded the job.  :angel: 

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