When I was a teen I was involved in a car accident with those guys involved with the sardinian mafia; thy where shouting all kind of insults to me; I was outside my car and two girls were inside it. At a time one guy shouted something like "WANNA EAT LEAD ASSHOLE" and reached for his car's glove compartment. Thing kinda blurred and I tought "aim at the head, if he misses he'll kill the girls"at the same moment I reached for my 38 in a shoulder holster and draw it. Everyone and everything just frozed up; the guy hide behind the seat and the other started the car and they left at warp speed. I never remembered exactly the scene but the girls told me that my hand BLURRED into drawing the gun; at the time I was really trained so one wrong move and the guy would be history. Another time in my shop I was arguing with a drunk when he reached for his front pocket; I drawed my glock and shoved hard in his mouth, broking his incisives; when police did come he shouted that I was menacing him with a toy gun. Thank god I keep my finger outta trigger until I'm in a good stance.
Last year, on new year eve, a drunk entered my shop and start harassing me and my co-workers, I did a jab-cross and the latter hit him hard on the throat: I freaked out 'cause he went straight to the ground, but he then stood up and screamed, so I did beat the crap otta him; I must have elbowed him from the mount at least a dozen times...
This is a thing that freak me alot: I discusse this on another thread; thanks to unpleasant past experiences I must be pushed really hard into a fight but when I start I go for the kill, ever. I NEVER remember too well what happen when I fight, only small images very confused. One time a past co-worker, fired because of tefth in workplace, flipped the finger to my mother, I hunted him until I caught the guy seated in a bar: I did a thai kick to his head that sent him to the ground and left: later on his friend carried him on e.r., it resulted that his ear was almost dislodged, if the chair he was seated on didn't roll with him I would have broke his neck.
He was treated with 30 stitch points and he sued me: I went on trial two times but the secon time he pulled off charges.
I visited his family with some real ugly friends....
Shit happens, guys, everytime and everywhere.
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