Had a gun pulled on me 4 times and shot at twice (on purpose). If you want the readers digest version of the 2 times a bullet came at me, just hollar.
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1972:
I was 12 and neighbor kid (our nearest neighbor on the farm was 1/2 mile away) was 11. We had a fight, I rode off on my bicycle, when I got to the end of his 1/4 mile driveway, I heard and felt a quick "clang" and then a sharp .22 report. By the time I realized what had happened, I was going downhill, still wondering what the sound was..a few days later I saw the bullet deep dent in my bike frame, bullet would have passed thru my leg if my timing had been off.
1986:
Off work early with 4 cocktail watresses at a local bar, a drunk guy is harassing everyone in the restaurant..I go up to get drinks at the bar, and overhear two other guys talking about taking care of this guy (beating him up) and I shrug, get my drinks, sit down. The drunk guy makes his way over to our table and I politely warn him that he'd probably better chill, there's a couple folks in here that are planning on beating ya up (Note to self, never try to reason or warn drunks). He thinks I want a piece of him. Well, I'm twice his size and I mearly say in a few words or less "Go away, your not worth my time"
30 min later, my GF and I leave (rest of off-duty waitress left too) and we file out into the parking lot, I get in my car with GF, another car pulls up behind me and blocks me off, I see its my little drunk friend! Now Im pissed. I get out, take my jacket off (Clear indication of hostilities to follow) then walk up to his car window. He rolls it down and pulls what I believe was a .32 on me (judging by the end of the barrel I was faced with) and fires a shot. Thinking I'd been shot in the face (actually it was powder burns on the side my face, he *just* missed) I ran towards the back of his car trying to escape, looking back over my shoulder to see if he's going to follow. He mearly points the gun over his should wildly aiming to the back of the car where I am fleeing and fires another shot, then takes off.
The bartendar at this restaurant knows the guy from highschool, but we don't call the police because we're, well, under the influence of illegal drugs.
But, I do get the guys phone number and stalked him for about a month, but thats another story of "going over the deep edge when someone shoots at you and doesn't kill you"
