When that gang fight was happening in front my house a few year ago?
2003 or 4....
Not sure wha happened exatly but I tried to mediate.
No gang fights happen in front of my house. Thats a Domodara law.
Now one thing led to the other and those of the Polish speaking equation
and those of the ebonic speaking equation were quite interested in each
other.
NOT IN FRONT OF MY HOUSE!!!
So finally in my futile efforts, some one drew a gun.
That really, REALLY, upset me.
My job in VIet Nam.....was exacately that.
So I became really upset....
I searched gooks and vehicles and it was always the razors edge.
I managed crowrds of possible hostile intent.......mostly.
In front of my house.
I saw the arms of those nearby and knew how to throw them in my way when
I WOULD DrIve them into him with the gun.
I 'd get him. Cute he has a gun....
He's the man I get.
I'm his threat.
Easy to throw a man who thinks i'm attacking him to use him as a shield
with a few quick movements.
He doesn't see my war at all.
Whole demeanor is not in phase with my thnking.
It can easily be done.
I've done it often....
I'd get that guy with the gun...
Twice over in civialian life I've done it...or coulda....women.
No twice over, once screaming terrified women stopped me.
Screaming for me not to fight.That was the only exception.
I know......
I'm sixty one now....can't move that good anymore.
But maybe three years ago I had a gang fight running, with the gun,
away.
Smart....
Then no body gets hurt.
That was my goal.
I.......really......I can move like a ghost and frighen folks at how
close I am to delver a serious blow.Not that I do, but they learn their
place.
Once a man let his doberman pincher attack my beagle.
In the woods by a stream.
He let it happen.
I intercepted that attacking doberman and smart dog he was. He flopped
onto his back an showed me his belly.
He knew....he was dead in a minute.
Snarling atacking Pincher....
FLOP.........his's mine.....
My poor beagle never even saw it.
I coulda scrathced his belly....
Face to face.
I squatted.....
Head on.....
MOVING teeth to teeth....and with human arms.Anf that dog saw immense
impact coming long before we would gnash teeth.
I went right down to the ground in assault...
Face to face.
My arms locked for impact..
Submissive.
He went submissive.
Yeah?
Everybody ran away, even the guy with the gun. The whole gang fight ran
like a disturbed bevy of doves.
When I have motivation?
Listen to what I'm saying.
And....I hate it when people use guns.
I won't own one.
No gang fights happen in front of my house.
Everybody should understand this.
Once? I had an ape attack me.
In Viet Nam. About forty pounds of animal. I didn't hurt him.
None of this is a lie.
But I'm sixty one now. Certainly can't move like I used to move.
Can move well enough...but not like I used to move.
SBK
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