With a gun in your face what would you do? (3)

With a gun in your face what would you do?

The 1st, I was silent, invisible...

The 2nd, time I was calm looking for a opportunity
To make a play for the weapon, to meet violence with violence as is expected....

So on, I kept wondering if the Universe/God hated me, I kept being at the same places as gunmen.

After this happened so many times, I just became bored, with a gun in my face..... I wanted to be average, normal and to be afraid, but couldn't even force it to happen.....

Then the gunman spoke to me, ignored the cashier's and getting the cash, because I just kept shopping...

"Get on your belly, or I'll shoot!"
I actually spit in his face after saying the following, "so why rob if your a killer?". I asked ....

And "if your a robber, why threaten murder"?

Then I spit in his face from the bottom as BOB Marley speaks of.... Here is a guy shaking, in front of me, my spit on his face, and he just can't deal with the fact, his gun is not giving him his rush, he's not in control, other's are staring at me like they can't believe I'm real, and doing this....

"Do I need to pull the trigger for you toooo"? I asked softly...

He just walked out, talking to his shirt pocket head down, "about how stupid I was, retarded, he was sure of this.....". So sure he forgot he was robbing the place, so him gone.

I sat my goods on the counter to pay....

The guy just stared at me.....
"Free Sir, " he said....
I said ring it up, I pay my way..... He argued with me, actually got belligerent about me getting $6.00 worth of free candy etc... for stopping the robbery that interrupted my stoned grazing....

The cops finally arrived, I explained, to the officer, this Guy wants to argue with me, about underpaying myself for stopping the robbery with just my mouth, and can't see from what happened, I am very deadly, the guy with the gun got it, and left, he thinks because I'm not holding a gun, he can be safe.... Might want to tell him to shut his mouth before he's talking to his pocket in fear too......

The cop laughed, as I walked away.... And muttered to his pocket, "maybe I should watch that guy real close, he takes nothing to a gunfight, not only wins, but scares the stuffing out of myself, armed....

I am crazy ivans brother, who showed him the way..lmao. Really happened

With a gun in your face what would you do?

Word spread, my father living in the same town, knowing our local police, heard about it, a few weeks later he brought it up......

I heard you been acting crazy again, "your gonna get yourself killed".... "So what"? I replied.

He kept trying, "Well if you don't care about your self/life, what if out of anger the gunman had shot someone else? He asked, more of a statement designed to lower me....

"Well then, I guess, I might have had to kill him, in justified self defense, be in the papers(B4 the internet), and that's tons of free publicity...."

Some weeks later, the cop at my house, brought by a fellow officer to purchase, a quality, yet affordable new back up pistol from a licensed dealer .....

Realized I was that crazy guy, and that his fellow officer was right, when prior to entering my home, he had said, "this man is not playing, listen to his instructions, in his home as a guest, doing business you need, but he doesn't need....

He entered, I said "welcome, gentleman please place all your weapons on the top of the refrigerator, so we can do some business......"

The one who knew me was following my instructions, as his buddy said to him, "We are cops, we don't do what others tell us to do , we tell them, I'm not go....... ". Then realized it was a good choice to do as told, as his fellow officer explained how he had no problem filling out a report about how a fellow cop, had grossly violated a man's rights, in his home in such a way, that the man was forced to use deadly force to protect himself...."

I would! he said..... That civilian, did triage on me after being shot, but not after, he did it while we were both being shot at..... I offered him my weapon to use to save us, fearing I was about to pass out and die..... "He laughed, kept working to keep me conscience as he said, "I have my own, just don't see a need for it yet.....". The sound of siren's approach, made my attacker flee..... The doctors said, if he had not been there, I'd be dead....

I sure as hell would have filled that report, and went home alive, unlike you....

He bought a cheap 9mm Taurus, and a Browning high power that day, the other bought two SKS'S Chinese, still in the jelly ...... And the gunman pulling a gun on me just seemed to end after that ...

Strange life indeed....

With a gun in your face what would you do?

Eight days after I was separated from the military, I took a job hauling produce for a produce company.
I was delivering a handful of produce to a majik market when to armed guys came in to rob the place. One had a. 357 mag, the other had a 32.20 s&w.
.357 went to make sure noone was in the restroom.
32.20 told everyone to lay down on the floor.
I had a chain drive wallet full of company money. I backed up against the cooler.
32.20 came up to me and said lay down. He stuck the barrel of his weapon in my face and said I'll shoot. I could see empty cylinders on both sides of the hammer, so I punched the little Bastard in the throat. As he was going down I took his weapon.
The confusion had given the clerk time to hit the silent alarm.
We hear sirens from two police cruisers that were in the area.
.357 panicked and hauled a** leaving his buddy lying on the floor trying to breathe.
When the cops came charging in,the clerk told them that one had fled and the other was laying on the floor. She told the officers what I had done.
One officer asked why I had hit the little guy.
I told him I hit the guy for being so fucking stupid. Then I handed the officer the guys 32.20. He opened the cylinder and it was indeed loaded. It had one round and the hammer was down on it.
The officer said I was lucky the idiot didn't know how a revolver worked.
I said no, I would have him him twice as hard in the esophagus and twice as many times.
If I had done that, he would need a bodybag not handcuffs.
This should be a lesson to would be crooks.
When you pull a weapon on someone, you have no idea what that person's life experiences are.
I had just returned home from Southeast Asia after 18 months in the jungle along the Ho Chi Minh Trail. The Viet Cong had already scared all the fear I had out of me.