Was a nice sunny day in April 99. Wife and I were getting ready for a trip to Gathering of Nations in Albaquerque. My apartment complex was a backwards E with the middle being a courtyard, neighbors across the way were arguing all morning. Everythings in the car, even the parakeet in his travel cage. I start up to go, when my wife says she forgot her bottled water. I also forgot my chips ahoy I had stashed. Im walking to the stair to go up to my apartment when the shouting is outside now, out of the corner of my eye I notice 3 people standing in a line, and this guy walking towards me shouting back at them. Hes also pointing his finger, a very large finger. I turn and am about to laugh at his circus freak finger when he drops his arm to his side, shape pops in my head, desert eagle. Sheisse! hes got a friggen desert eagle, and hes walking to the parking lot where my wife is in my car. I calmly as I can go up to my apartment, close door, and retrieve my Mossberg, I am seriously to the bedroom and back in seconds, Im loaded with 3in buck, plus a slug in my change pocket. I open my door and look out, holding gun outof sight by the pump with my left hand behind the door. OMG he is standing next to my car, breathing heavily like a madman. Thanking the genious that built the gate that lets me have a clear shot at him, I am praying my wife keeps calm. I swore if his hand left his side by more then a few degrees in the direction of my wife I'd shoot him. MY neighbor tells me he called police. The guy tosses his crap in his car and turns around and walks back to his apartment, I wait for the door to close, then we drive off. Neighbor tells me when we return on monday. cops never showed.
