Security april 8 2010
There’s a man standing next to me on the train who has a gun. He’s not a cop. And what if monday night I had a gun and was quick on the draw — and wen that man hit my ace with his cane the scene would have played out differently. Something like a mix between an old western saloon scene and frank millers sin city. He was waiting for me to turn around- and nailed me. I wouldve dropped the glasses- a few bouncing on the floor and a few shattering- as I drew my tiny pistol. Quickly – though this part plays out in slow motion- I would have shot him- square in th face at close range. Or in the shoulder. Whichever part I hit would explode from the back side and make a mess of the bar. And suddenly you can only hear the music. People are terrified- some run- some are paralyzed by fear and disbelief.
Is being assaulted with a cane enough to justify shooting someones face off?
No. I’m just angry. I’m allowed that. And I want to better at shooting. It’s a life skil.
