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After dropping my daughter off at volleyball practice last night I thought I was going to go home and work in the garage, but things went sideways immediately.
I pulled into my neighborhood to see all four doors and trunk open on the black GTP I took ownership of a while back. Then I see someone inside the car crawling around with an arm full of stuff. There's also a box full of things on the ground and a pile of trash next to it. I pulled up next to the car and proceeded to ask the guy what the hell he thought he was doing? He stammered and then told me he was just looking around. This lead to me telling him it would be a good idea to exit the vehicle and promptly fuck all the way off and leave everything where he found it, and that I'm calling the cops.
I then gunned the throttle and rushed the rest of the way down the block and into my driveway. I run inside, grabbed a pistol (didn't bring one with me that day) put it in my pocket and come back out through the garage to see which way we was running off as I dialed 911. I'd expected to see him high tailing it out of sight but was surprised to see him standing in the middle of the street staring at me like a friggen zombie. So I hung back and talked to the 911 operator. He stood perfectly still for over a minute, then started toward me. He set down his bag and a DVD player I wasn't sure if he'd taken from the car or not and flipped his wig, he just snapped, and started yelling at me "you don't know me, you don't know who I am! You're just a pussy little bitch!" As he did this, He pulled a pocket knife out and held it out in front of him. This is where I pulled my firearm and as firmly as possible told him to get back off my property. that stopped him from moving forward, but he wouldn't move back. I repeated myself several times, gun in plain sight and ready but not pointed directly at him. I felt by this point this guy was such a nut that if I aimed at him he might snap further and I'd be forced to actually shoot him. in his rage he hadn't managed to open the knife yet. (opening the knife or getting much closer was the point of no return in my head) So at this point he's screaming and cursing at me a car length away from me swinging a closed pocket toward me. I'm barking at him in my most authoritative voice I can muster to back up trying to keep the adrenaline from making my voice shake, he's periodically taking little steps toward me, and I'm getting more and more convinced that he is going to make me do something I really don't want to.
He finally got to the point where I thought he was to close and one last time said "if you take another step forward I'm going to have to shoot you, don't make me shoot you, put down the knife and back up." I don't know if it was him finally realizing I was actually going to shoot him or the distant sound of police sirens becoming audible, but he took a step back, then put the knife back in his pocket. he then started saying that he just wants to talk to me. I replied "step back out in the street and you can talk all you want. He did exactly that, he walked back to the street and stood there staring at me. That's when the first of four police cars pulled up. They cuffed him without incident and searched him, finding no ID, 3 more knifes, and a index card with a phone number on it. The cops called the number and discovered it was a group home and they had lost him. Turns out he's a paranoid schizophrenic, which makes the whole thing a bit more scary in hindsight. Crazy people are more frightening to me than plain Jane dirt bags. At least dirt bags want to live to scam again.
I really thought I was going to have to shoot that guy, and I'm really glad I didn't. I'm not sure If it reads as fucking scary it really was, I was shaking like a leaf right after. Maybe he will get the care he needs, and Thank God I don't have to live with taking a life. It took me a few hours 3 stiff drinks for my hands to finally stop shaking, but all and all I think it turned out well.
And for those who don't want to read all that here are the cliff notes.
I know DFWmustangs is full of Cock heavy Bad ass's that would have arm barred the knife out of his hand and banged his sister, but I'm a 36yo fat kid with a recently injured back and neck, I'm in no condition to try and disarm someone manually.
for those who don't want to read all that...
Crazy fucker broke into my car, I almost shot him, lots of cops showed up. I managed to not pee myself.
I pulled into my neighborhood to see all four doors and trunk open on the black GTP I took ownership of a while back. Then I see someone inside the car crawling around with an arm full of stuff. There's also a box full of things on the ground and a pile of trash next to it. I pulled up next to the car and proceeded to ask the guy what the hell he thought he was doing? He stammered and then told me he was just looking around. This lead to me telling him it would be a good idea to exit the vehicle and promptly fuck all the way off and leave everything where he found it, and that I'm calling the cops.
I then gunned the throttle and rushed the rest of the way down the block and into my driveway. I run inside, grabbed a pistol (didn't bring one with me that day) put it in my pocket and come back out through the garage to see which way we was running off as I dialed 911. I'd expected to see him high tailing it out of sight but was surprised to see him standing in the middle of the street staring at me like a friggen zombie. So I hung back and talked to the 911 operator. He stood perfectly still for over a minute, then started toward me. He set down his bag and a DVD player I wasn't sure if he'd taken from the car or not and flipped his wig, he just snapped, and started yelling at me "you don't know me, you don't know who I am! You're just a pussy little bitch!" As he did this, He pulled a pocket knife out and held it out in front of him. This is where I pulled my firearm and as firmly as possible told him to get back off my property. that stopped him from moving forward, but he wouldn't move back. I repeated myself several times, gun in plain sight and ready but not pointed directly at him. I felt by this point this guy was such a nut that if I aimed at him he might snap further and I'd be forced to actually shoot him. in his rage he hadn't managed to open the knife yet. (opening the knife or getting much closer was the point of no return in my head) So at this point he's screaming and cursing at me a car length away from me swinging a closed pocket toward me. I'm barking at him in my most authoritative voice I can muster to back up trying to keep the adrenaline from making my voice shake, he's periodically taking little steps toward me, and I'm getting more and more convinced that he is going to make me do something I really don't want to.
He finally got to the point where I thought he was to close and one last time said "if you take another step forward I'm going to have to shoot you, don't make me shoot you, put down the knife and back up." I don't know if it was him finally realizing I was actually going to shoot him or the distant sound of police sirens becoming audible, but he took a step back, then put the knife back in his pocket. he then started saying that he just wants to talk to me. I replied "step back out in the street and you can talk all you want. He did exactly that, he walked back to the street and stood there staring at me. That's when the first of four police cars pulled up. They cuffed him without incident and searched him, finding no ID, 3 more knifes, and a index card with a phone number on it. The cops called the number and discovered it was a group home and they had lost him. Turns out he's a paranoid schizophrenic, which makes the whole thing a bit more scary in hindsight. Crazy people are more frightening to me than plain Jane dirt bags. At least dirt bags want to live to scam again.
I really thought I was going to have to shoot that guy, and I'm really glad I didn't. I'm not sure If it reads as fucking scary it really was, I was shaking like a leaf right after. Maybe he will get the care he needs, and Thank God I don't have to live with taking a life. It took me a few hours 3 stiff drinks for my hands to finally stop shaking, but all and all I think it turned out well.
And for those who don't want to read all that here are the cliff notes.
I know DFWmustangs is full of Cock heavy Bad ass's that would have arm barred the knife out of his hand and banged his sister, but I'm a 36yo fat kid with a recently injured back and neck, I'm in no condition to try and disarm someone manually.
for those who don't want to read all that...
Crazy fucker broke into my car, I almost shot him, lots of cops showed up. I managed to not pee myself.
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