byronglimish wrote:
Lock in a sock..major damage.
I knew a guy who was being harassed walking thru a park, so he put a 15 inch crescent wrench up his sleeve and surprised some hooligans one night.
Ya...I got my 15 minutes of fame when some gangster kid got a little too close to me in the twilight at my aunt's house.
He had a 3 inch blade and I had a 22oz framing hammer concealed parallel with my forearm.
His little punk girlfriend noticed waaay too late as I
pinked him on top of his head.
Hit someone on the head with a hammer and if they survive, you weren't trying to hurt them.
He dropped his knife in the driveway, clapped his hands to the top of his head and came away with a little blood.
If you folks know about head wounds...even a tiny one bleeds profusely.
"Blood! Blood!" He cries, disbelievingly.
'HAHAHAHAHA! It's gonna be BRAINS, BRAINS!" I yell maniacally back. (I'm totally playing a part at this moment...almost feeling JOY. I get tired of being patient)
He and his friends flee. There were several besides him and his cute little GF.
Next thing I know, I see a write up in the local paper about it...including my name, although no one official ever interviewed me
Turns out they ran to some neighbor's house, thinking homeboy was severely wounded, and found out I did a Donald Trump on them. All of them had warrants and homeboy who tried to stab me went to prison.
Like Trump vs these punks in congress, I could have easily killed the SOB...and he would have deserved it, but he was bent on self-destruction. What did I need to do?
Backstory. I was house-sitting for my aunt who was on vacation in Alaska for 90 days.
Some delinquent-ass friend of their youngest was living there and they didn't trust him while they were gone.
I came home one evening...found a bunch of them cutting up meth on my aunt's glass coffee table and told them they'd have to take it elsewhere.
This particular person said to me, "Yo homes...we're stayin'"
That condition lasted less than 30 seconds.