Lake Titicaca
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Ever had a gun pointed at you? (1 Viewer)
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hooter311
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I may or may not have dabbled to small to mid level trafficking during my college years. Spent a lot of time down off Capital Drive in Milwaukee. First time I met my new connect I was taken to a back bedroom and stripped down to my boxers with a sawed off shotgun to my head, all while be berated with racial slurs (well, as racial as slurs for a white boy get). It was more just scare tactics than anything, I didn't think anyone was going to kill me there, they just wanted to be in control of the situation. When I didn't piss myself we were cool for the few years we knew each other after that.
Luckily, I've never been in a situation where I actually thought someone would want to shoot me or wanted something I had. Handguns just aren't something you see very often on the streets of Wisconsin outside of Milwaukee, Racine, and Madison.
GB not having to worry about things like that anymore as part of every day life, good chance of me doing something stupid if I was in the wrong mood if someone tried to jack me.
Luckily, I've never been in a situation where I actually thought someone would want to shoot me or wanted something I had. Handguns just aren't something you see very often on the streets of Wisconsin outside of Milwaukee, Racine, and Madison.
GB not having to worry about things like that anymore as part of every day life, good chance of me doing something stupid if I was in the wrong mood if someone tried to jack me.
Tusken Raider
Footballguy
I've never had one pointed at me, but here's the closest I've come to it:
As a rookie firefighter in north Memphis, my ambulance partner & I arrived on the scene of a 14 year old shooting victim one summer night. Old neighborhood, where the shotgun houses are really close together. About eight police cars are clogging up the street, and people are standing all around like a neighborhood block party. We make it up to the house, and the victim's mother is standing on the porch crying & yelling at the three officers standing with her. Other cops are in the yard talking with each other & witnesses. As we're on the porch about to walk inside the house, the mother screams out, "There's those mothaf***as right there!!" and points to the yard next door, about 15 feet away. We turn to see about three or four guys are standing in the yard, pistols drawn, and begin firing round after round into the house next door. You could see the muzzle flashes & feel the blast of the gunfire. It was pretty surreal, and everyone froze for a second or two; we just stood on the porch watching in awe. After a second or two, we ran inside the home, as the crowd scattered, & the cops wrestled the shooters to the ground.
The victim we were tending to had a minor graze to her shoulder & was handling herself pretty well. As it turned out, she was struck by a stray bullet in the first round of shooting, but what stuck with me even more was the fact that she was standing on the porch in the exact spot I'd just stood in when the second round of gunfire took place. It was my first "real" moment of how dangerous the job was, and has stuck with me as a reminder not to let my guard down ever since.
As a rookie firefighter in north Memphis, my ambulance partner & I arrived on the scene of a 14 year old shooting victim one summer night. Old neighborhood, where the shotgun houses are really close together. About eight police cars are clogging up the street, and people are standing all around like a neighborhood block party. We make it up to the house, and the victim's mother is standing on the porch crying & yelling at the three officers standing with her. Other cops are in the yard talking with each other & witnesses. As we're on the porch about to walk inside the house, the mother screams out, "There's those mothaf***as right there!!" and points to the yard next door, about 15 feet away. We turn to see about three or four guys are standing in the yard, pistols drawn, and begin firing round after round into the house next door. You could see the muzzle flashes & feel the blast of the gunfire. It was pretty surreal, and everyone froze for a second or two; we just stood on the porch watching in awe. After a second or two, we ran inside the home, as the crowd scattered, & the cops wrestled the shooters to the ground.
The victim we were tending to had a minor graze to her shoulder & was handling herself pretty well. As it turned out, she was struck by a stray bullet in the first round of shooting, but what stuck with me even more was the fact that she was standing on the porch in the exact spot I'd just stood in when the second round of gunfire took place. It was my first "real" moment of how dangerous the job was, and has stuck with me as a reminder not to let my guard down ever since.
hooter311
Footballguy
Have you been to Memphis?
Ditkaless Wonders
Footballguy
I was not completely naked. My Vietnamese neighbors are across the street. My next door neighbors are Korean.Lake Titicaca said:
Jaysus
Good times!
Twice.
Once by a psycho who lived next door to a GB. We were out front talking and the psycho neighbor mentioned the best pizza in town, I was intrigued (and starving), so I went with him to get a pie. I waited in his car when he went in to pick it up, then held it on the drive back to his place. It smelled great, and I really wanted to see what it looked like, but he didn't want to run the risk of his VW Jetta getting sauce on it or something... I made a joke about eating a slice while driving, and next thing I know he has some sort of an automatic looking pistol jammed in my knee, and he is telling me that he'd shoot me if I open the box.
The other was an ak-47 (or something similar straight from a movie scene) and was the result of a ####### buddy of mine actually driving around the block when told to do so... lol - there was another gun involved that night when we got back, but it was some sort of antique rifle that surely had not been fired in decades. That was an exceptionally drunken night.
ETA: I love pizza!
Once by a psycho who lived next door to a GB. We were out front talking and the psycho neighbor mentioned the best pizza in town, I was intrigued (and starving), so I went with him to get a pie. I waited in his car when he went in to pick it up, then held it on the drive back to his place. It smelled great, and I really wanted to see what it looked like, but he didn't want to run the risk of his VW Jetta getting sauce on it or something... I made a joke about eating a slice while driving, and next thing I know he has some sort of an automatic looking pistol jammed in my knee, and he is telling me that he'd shoot me if I open the box.
The other was an ak-47 (or something similar straight from a movie scene) and was the result of a ####### buddy of mine actually driving around the block when told to do so... lol - there was another gun involved that night when we got back, but it was some sort of antique rifle that surely had not been fired in decades. That was an exceptionally drunken night.
ETA: I love pizza!
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Tusken Raider
Footballguy
They weren't shooting at the cops, & the cops did a helluva job taking the shooters down without stirring the situation up even more. Imagine what would've happened had the cops gunned down a group of black men in the hood with dozens of witnesses around (who were no doubt armed themselves.)
Wingnut
Footballguy
psycho neighbor mentioned the best pizza in town, I was intrigued (and starving), so I went with him to get a pie. ....I made a joke about eating a slice while driving, and next thing I know he has some sort of an automatic looking pistol jammed in my knee, and he is telling me that he'd shoot me if I open the box.
Ignoratio Elenchi
Footballguy
headcrack
Footballguy
Other than having them pointed at me by the police, it's only happened twice.
14 years old, went fishing with a couple of friends and wandered onto some guy's posted property. He chased us off and actually fired a shot into the air as we were already running away.
19 or 20 years old, me and 3 friends were driving around drinking beer and seeing just how good my buddy's VW Beetle was at offroading when we got stuck in the mud on a guy's posted property. We were trying to push the car free when the guy appeared threatening to shoot us if we didn't get off his property in 5 minutes. We did as requested.
Moral of the story - when backwoods hicks post their property, they generally mean business.
14 years old, went fishing with a couple of friends and wandered onto some guy's posted property. He chased us off and actually fired a shot into the air as we were already running away.
19 or 20 years old, me and 3 friends were driving around drinking beer and seeing just how good my buddy's VW Beetle was at offroading when we got stuck in the mud on a guy's posted property. We were trying to push the car free when the guy appeared threatening to shoot us if we didn't get off his property in 5 minutes. We did as requested.
Moral of the story - when backwoods hicks post their property, they generally mean business.
Raider Nation
Devil's Advocate
I just got home today, but that's GOTTA be somebody's sig by now....
Raider Nation
Devil's Advocate
psycho neighbor mentioned the best pizza in town, I was intrigued (and starving), so I went with him to get a pie. ....I made a joke about eating a slice while driving, and next thing I know he has some sort of an automatic looking pistol jammed in my knee, and he is telling me that he'd shoot me if I open the box.
The man is serious about his pizza.
Radical Larry
Footballguy
Is that anywhere near Villapiano's?
FUBAR
Footballguy
Radical Larry
Footballguy
Only once but the guy actually fired off a few shots in my direction.
I was at a party at a friends apartment. Considering the type of people that were there it was about the last place I would expect gun-play.
A guy and a girl were leaving the party. When they got about a block away 3 thuggish type kids on their way to somewhere else started giving them crap. The couple came back to the party and told everyone what happened. A couple of the guys from the party went out to tell the thugs to get lost.
That turned into a fistfight in the middle of the street. One of the punks pulls out a small knife and actually cuts one of my friends in the upper back (it wasn't a big wound...I don't think he even needed stitches). The thugs realized they were way outnumbered so they retreated back to their car about 200 feet away. Everyone in my group starts to head back to the party when we hear gun shots.
One of the thugs got a handgun out of the trunk of his car and emptied the clip towards us. I heard a couple of rounds hit a wall about 15 feet above my head. Pretty sure he was just trying to fire over our heads. Then they peeled out.
I was at a party at a friends apartment. Considering the type of people that were there it was about the last place I would expect gun-play.
A guy and a girl were leaving the party. When they got about a block away 3 thuggish type kids on their way to somewhere else started giving them crap. The couple came back to the party and told everyone what happened. A couple of the guys from the party went out to tell the thugs to get lost.
That turned into a fistfight in the middle of the street. One of the punks pulls out a small knife and actually cuts one of my friends in the upper back (it wasn't a big wound...I don't think he even needed stitches). The thugs realized they were way outnumbered so they retreated back to their car about 200 feet away. Everyone in my group starts to head back to the party when we hear gun shots.
One of the thugs got a handgun out of the trunk of his car and emptied the clip towards us. I heard a couple of rounds hit a wall about 15 feet above my head. Pretty sure he was just trying to fire over our heads. Then they peeled out.
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Raider Nation
Devil's Advocate
In their '57 Thunderbird? Sounds groovy.
Radical Larry
Footballguy
And you mixed up your eras there, Tacitus. You should have said "boss" instead of "groovy".Lake Titicaca
Footballguy
Hastur
Footballguy
I used to go there! There was a house band that I liked a lot. Capn' Geech and the Shrimp Shack Shooters I think they were called.
Raider Nation
Devil's Advocate
'57 T-Birds stopped running in 1972?
Hoart Petterson
Footballguy
Has anyone made a Letha Weapons joke yet?
Radical Larry
Footballguy
1/2 credit. CG&SSS were strictly West Coast.
Radical Larry
Footballguy
Yes. State law. You can look it up.'57 T-Birds stopped running in 1972?
Hastur
Footballguy
ShaqAttaq
Morally Ambiguous
about 12 years ago. i was driving on a saturday afternoon & was pulled over by the police. they come up to my car with guns drawn & start yelling at me to get out of the car and on the ground and all that crap. they took my wallet with ID. one dude stayed close to me with his gun drawn while the other dude checked my ID in the car. he came back & said a vehicle looking like mine was just involved in an armed robbery. since i did not meet whatever demographics they were looking for, i was free to go. f'n pigs
dynasty central
Footballguy
Yes unfortunately too many times. Military and non military situations. Don't really like to talk about it.
flapgreen
Footballguy
Damn! They didn't tell you to floor it through the checkpoints ahead of time? My cousin's job was to transport agents in Iraq. He said you lay on the horn and floor it through every checkpoint or you might get gunned down by the corrupt police or get blown up by an IEDIn Afghanistan I was driving a van with doctors and nurses in it. As we approached an armed checkpoint and slowed down, our translator in the passenger seat says "Don't stop". There were about 4 or 5 locals with machine guns waiving for me to stop. "Looks like they want me to stop" - I start slowing down. Our translator slides down out of seat "Don't stop - they will be very angry." I'm like "Aren't they going to be angry if I don't stop?" Now he's panicked, on floor "DON"T STOP! YOU CANNOT STOP HERE!" He's starting to freak me out so I gun it and they all lower their weapons and take aim. I crouch down as far as I can behind the steering wheel, and point to a UN placard in the window. They're screaming on the outside, the translator is screaming on the inside, and I'm yelling "FUUUUUUUUUUU...."There's no shooting and after a while the translator gets back in his seat and I look around at my passengers
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flapgreen
Footballguy
Masked Vigilante
Footballguy
It is very common in my line of work.
TommyGilmore
Footballguy
I can't wait to see what Finless and GordonGecko have to say.
Oh wait, it isn't 2007 anymore.
Oh wait, it isn't 2007 anymore.
glumpy
breeze
I've been around drunken parties, gun waving and general threats several times but only once really on the wrong end of a gun. Working retail at a Color Tile one evening when I figured I was tired of installing and tried sales for awhile. It was about 6:00 pm and there was one customer in the store looking at samples. Seemed normal enough. He brought a sample up to the counter and asked if any of the other stores had more since we didn't have enough to suit him.
I was dialing another store, looking down at the countertop phone, when he shoved a gun in my face, busting my glasses. All I saw was the inside of the barrel.
He backed that gun off a hair and demanded the money in the cash drawer in the counter. Guess I was kind of shook--seemed like it was taking forever to get that money out--so I grabbed the entire drawer and set it out in front of him saying "Here--take it!" He took the bills, still holding the gun on me, and then said to get back to the bathroom and count to 60 before coming back out. Needless to say--I did exactly that.
I was dialing another store, looking down at the countertop phone, when he shoved a gun in my face, busting my glasses. All I saw was the inside of the barrel.
He backed that gun off a hair and demanded the money in the cash drawer in the counter. Guess I was kind of shook--seemed like it was taking forever to get that money out--so I grabbed the entire drawer and set it out in front of him saying "Here--take it!" He took the bills, still holding the gun on me, and then said to get back to the bathroom and count to 60 before coming back out. Needless to say--I did exactly that.
Ignoramus
Footballguy
More like he's serious about his Jetta.Wingnut's obviously not that serious about his pizza.psycho neighbor mentioned the best pizza in town, I was intrigued (and starving), so I went with him to get a pie. ....I made a joke about eating a slice while driving, and next thing I know he has some sort of an automatic looking pistol jammed in my knee, and he is telling me that he'd shoot me if I open the box.
timschochet
Footballguy
I know this seems funny. You picture a chess club, and it's a bunch of old nerds like me hanging around, right? Well don't get me wrong, I AM an old nerd. But the club in Long Beach was not like that. Pretty tough dudes at this club, some of them straight out of prison. Not kidding here. Chess is very popular in the Hood.I just got home today, but that's GOTTA be somebody's sig by now....
metoo
Footballguy
Who got the juice now, partna?
NorvilleBarnes
Footballguy
I'm amazed I didn't get us all killed. One day we go into town to get native clothes made for us (basically pajama looking outfits custom made). Everyone on the team is getting tans and browns and I see a bolt of olive colored in the back and say "Hay make mine out of that." The guys running the place look at each other for a second, then shrug. I'm feeling kind of distinctive being the only one on my team in olive, which I think looks good on me. But I notice everywhere we go people are staring at me. Like - show stopper staring at me. Everyone. Finally I ask "What's the deal?" and my translator eventually tells me that olive was Taliban colors.Damn! They didn't tell you to floor it through the checkpoints ahead of time? My cousin's job was to transport agents in Iraq. He said you lay on the horn and floor it through every checkpoint or you might get gunned down by the corrupt police or get blown up by an IEDIn Afghanistan I was driving a van with doctors and nurses in it. As we approached an armed checkpoint and slowed down, our translator in the passenger seat says "Don't stop". There were about 4 or 5 locals with machine guns waiving for me to stop. "Looks like they want me to stop" - I start slowing down. Our translator slides down out of seat "Don't stop - they will be very angry." I'm like "Aren't they going to be angry if I don't stop?" Now he's panicked, on floor "DON"T STOP! YOU CANNOT STOP HERE!" He's starting to freak me out so I gun it and they all lower their weapons and take aim. I crouch down as far as I can behind the steering wheel, and point to a UN placard in the window. They're screaming on the outside, the translator is screaming on the inside, and I'm yelling "FUUUUUUUUUUU...."There's no shooting and after a while the translator gets back in his seat and I look around at my passengers
madshot31
Footballguy
Been shot with a nail gun in the arm and by a dart(big ### dart) in the leg. Also got held up on the streets outside the construction site I was working at. Man walked up to me while I was grabbing our new screw gun out of the box. He asked for me to hand it over. I said no because he obviously wasn't from the job site. He pulled out a pistol and I promptly gave him the screw gun. About this time a couple more guys were wandering around because it was around lunch and he ran off. ####### cheap ### companies making you park on the streets. The screw gun was only worth about $50 and we had much better gear in the truck totaling around 5-10k depending on the day. But that equipment doesn't look nearly as valuable as a new shiny screw gun. Only people we have to worry about stealing that #### is other people in the trades that know the value, not some young thug.
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flapgreen
Footballguy
I'm amazed I didn't get us all killed. One day we go into town to get native clothes made for us (basically pajama looking outfits custom made). Everyone on the team is getting tans and browns and I see a bolt of olive colored in the back and say "Hay make mine out of that." The guys running the place look at each other for a second, then shrug. I'm feeling kind of distinctive being the only one on my team in olive, which I think looks good on me. But I notice everywhere we go people are staring at me. Like - show stopper staring at me. Everyone. Finally I ask "What's the deal?" and my translator eventually tells me that olive was Taliban colors.Damn! They didn't tell you to floor it through the checkpoints ahead of time? My cousin's job was to transport agents in Iraq. He said you lay on the horn and floor it through every checkpoint or you might get gunned down by the corrupt police or get blown up by an IEDIn Afghanistan I was driving a van with doctors and nurses in it. As we approached an armed checkpoint and slowed down, our translator in the passenger seat says "Don't stop". There were about 4 or 5 locals with machine guns waiving for me to stop. "Looks like they want me to stop" - I start slowing down. Our translator slides down out of seat "Don't stop - they will be very angry." I'm like "Aren't they going to be angry if I don't stop?" Now he's panicked, on floor "DON"T STOP! YOU CANNOT STOP HERE!" He's starting to freak me out so I gun it and they all lower their weapons and take aim. I crouch down as far as I can behind the steering wheel, and point to a UN placard in the window. They're screaming on the outside, the translator is screaming on the inside, and I'm yelling "FUUUUUUUUUUU...."There's no shooting and after a while the translator gets back in his seat and I look around at my passengers
Finless
Footballguy
1996 I met with a couple of raver kids that were acquaintances. We discussed a deal for some X. We set a time and a place to meet. I arrived at the house and walked down the driveway toward the back deck. I was met with an empty handle of Jim Beam over my crown. Crumpled to the ground, the bottle didn't break. Immediately a small group of shadesters come jumping out from behind a dumpster. I'm all sorts of foggy on the ground face down trying to figure out what is happening. I feel someone going through my pockets. These clowns obviously thought I was dumb enough to bring the product with me. They find nothing.
I then feel someone grab me by the neck and a foot step on my back. "You gonna finish him off?" At this point I'm like "Whoa!". This ain't good. I start to roll over to get a look at the people and I recognize the guy pointing the gun at me. Our eyes meet and he immediately stuffs the gun in his hoodie and hops the fence. Everyone scatters and I'm laying there catching my breath looking like John Merrick.
These guys knew I didn't roll alone. If they were robbing me they were robbing some dangerous people as well. Lucky for me he didn't have the heart to pull the trigger when I made eye contact with him. I later reported back to my people on what had happened and we went on a bit of a hunt. Ran into the Jamaican guy who had the gun. He tried to deny he was involved. I was with a couple folks including including my bud from Virginia Beach...not the kind of guy you'd want any issues with. He proceeded to rough the Jamaican up a bit and told him "Next time I see you if you still have those dirty dreadlocks we're going to soak them in gasoline and burn them off your head".
Few weeks later I saw him from a distance. He was bald. Years later I found out where the kid lived who set the whole thing up. Showed up at his front door. Lots of apologies and some money switched hands. Surprisingly I ended up leaving his house on a relatively good note.
I've also been shot in the leg. Still have the scar and can post a picture if needed.
Was in Bishop California when about 8 cops cars surrounded the caravan I was driving. They had information I had been moving something from Ashland Oregon. Completely false First thing I noticed was a cop car pull up, the front drivers side door opened and the cop used it as a shield as he aimed a rifle at me. Then in a flash there was a cop right outside the car door with a pistol to the side of my head. Spent about 8 hours handcuffed to a wall in the Bishop Barracks before we cleared things up.
I just remember thinking at one point that it only take one itchy finger and I'm done. There were so many cops with guns. When I tried to take my seat belt off to get out of the car three of them rushed me. Lots of guns in my face. Not a good time.
I then feel someone grab me by the neck and a foot step on my back. "You gonna finish him off?" At this point I'm like "Whoa!". This ain't good. I start to roll over to get a look at the people and I recognize the guy pointing the gun at me. Our eyes meet and he immediately stuffs the gun in his hoodie and hops the fence. Everyone scatters and I'm laying there catching my breath looking like John Merrick.
These guys knew I didn't roll alone. If they were robbing me they were robbing some dangerous people as well. Lucky for me he didn't have the heart to pull the trigger when I made eye contact with him. I later reported back to my people on what had happened and we went on a bit of a hunt. Ran into the Jamaican guy who had the gun. He tried to deny he was involved. I was with a couple folks including including my bud from Virginia Beach...not the kind of guy you'd want any issues with. He proceeded to rough the Jamaican up a bit and told him "Next time I see you if you still have those dirty dreadlocks we're going to soak them in gasoline and burn them off your head".
Few weeks later I saw him from a distance. He was bald. Years later I found out where the kid lived who set the whole thing up. Showed up at his front door. Lots of apologies and some money switched hands. Surprisingly I ended up leaving his house on a relatively good note.
I've also been shot in the leg. Still have the scar and can post a picture if needed.
Was in Bishop California when about 8 cops cars surrounded the caravan I was driving. They had information I had been moving something from Ashland Oregon. Completely false
First thing I noticed was a cop car pull up, the front drivers side door opened and the cop used it as a shield as he aimed a rifle at me. Then in a flash there was a cop right outside the car door with a pistol to the side of my head. Spent about 8 hours handcuffed to a wall in the Bishop Barracks before we cleared things up.I just remember thinking at one point that it only take one itchy finger and I'm done. There were so many cops with guns. When I tried to take my seat belt off to get out of the car three of them rushed me. Lots of guns in my face. Not a good time.
Tusken Raider
Footballguy
The scene: A dimly lit, smokey room in the back part of an old neighborhood laundrymat. Several chairs surround the room as grizzled old men and young ex-cons (some still on the lam) leer at each other over old wooden tables. The room is eerily silent, save for the occasional hacking cough of an off-duty municipal worker sitting alone in one corner, sipping his drink hidden within a crumpled paper bag. Atop each table, mired amongst dirty ashtrays and alcohol bottles of every shape and size, sits a chess board - some made of cheap cardboard with plastic figurines, others custom made of unknown origin. In one corner, a huge man, his dark skin aged by the sun and years of hard living, sits slumped over one table, his arms crossed and resting behind a chessboard made of polished tile. He chews on a toothpick and leers across the table at his opponent, a middle-aged nerdy-looking fellow who seems oddly out of place, yet strangely comfortable in his surroundings. Removing his toothpick from his mouth, the huge man mumbles in a low, husky voice, "Your move, Tim."I know this seems funny. You picture a chess club, and it's a bunch of old nerds like me hanging around, right? Well don't get me wrong, I AM an old nerd. But the club in Long Beach was not like that. Pretty tough dudes at this club, some of them straight out of prison. Not kidding here. Chess is very popular in the Hood.I just got home today, but that's GOTTA be somebody's sig by now....
Tim's chin rests in his hand, his elbow propped upon the table. Several of his opponents' pieces lie beside his side of the board, victims to his most recent ploy. He looks across the board, pondering his next move. His opponent's gaze does not move, his eyes fixed on the remaining pieces on the board, as he chews on the remnants of the toothpick between his teeth. Tim wipes a bead of sweat from his forehead, as he reaches out and moves his remaining bishop across the board, and in turn removes his opponent's knight that had eluded him for so long. His opponent's king now sits alone, surrounded by a siege of Tim's pieces.
"Checkmate," quips Tim, in a sigh of relief, a wry gleam in his eye. But his moment of victory is soon quelled by an ominous shade of fear, as his gaze is drawn to the glimmer of a pistol now being pointed at him from across the board.
"But..." Tim begins to mutter.
"But, nuthin'" replies the man across the table. "I gotch yo checkmate right here. That wasn't no straight move, dig?'
Tim, crestfallen in his shallow victory, his eyes fixed on the cold blue gun pointed at him, can only mutter a stifled, "Yep."
The man grins, and slowly lowers his piece, laying it on the table beside a legion of chess pieces that had left the game long ago. "I think we done for tonite. Thanks for the game, bro. I'll take my winnins."
Tim removes a gold bracelet from his wrist & lays it across the board with a sorrowful look in his eye, as he stands up from his chair. "This isn't right, Downtown. You know it."
"Yeah, tell it to tha boss," he replies with a snicker. "He'll be back next week. Will you?"
"I guess," says Tim, as he exits through the wisps of smoke towards an old wooden door.
<fade out>
Chess = serious business
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hooter311
Footballguy
I know it's fun to give Tim a hard time, but his story is just as believable as anyone's.
Chess, Dominos, even Checkers are taken very seriously by a lot of guys that have spent extended time in prison. You kind of run out of things to do there after your first 10 minutes or so.
Now a gat at a Chutes 'N Ladders tournament would be another thing.
Chess, Dominos, even Checkers are taken very seriously by a lot of guys that have spent extended time in prison. You kind of run out of things to do there after your first 10 minutes or so.
Now a gat at a Chutes 'N Ladders tournament would be another thing.
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