Sometimes the threats are closer to home…

…as in, right on the gorramed front porch.

First, a bit of background. We live in a duplex. And our neighbors — or rather, their adult children — like loud shit music. Loud enough to keep the kids up after their bedtime. We would ask them to turn it down and they usually would, but they’d be right back at it the next night. We finally talked to the landlord and he left them a letter, the exact contents of which I don’t know. I’m thinking it was something pretty drastic, as in threatening to throw them out…

…because tonight, as I was leaving to get ice for my Mexican Coke, I heard the patriarch of the family yell at me, “Imma TALK to you when you get back, boy! You got yo’ winda down, I know you can hear me!”

I thought, oh, no, you’re not, homes. I went looking for the back way in so I could maybe park the truck on the next street over, sneak in through that alleyway into the back door and get the .45. (Why yes, stupid me left it again. Not gonna do THAT again, nuh-uh.) I didn’t find that alleyway, but I did find a friendly San Antonio police officer finishing up on another call to follow me home and watch me go in the house. I made sure to give her the above background.

Before I went in the house, though, she talked to the neighbors, who, including the aforementioned patriarch with a ‘tude, were all still out on the front porch. And of course to a person they denied that anything was said. Such lovely people.

Did that man have a gun? A knife? Hell, what could he have done to me with his damn fists if he’d gotten close enough? He may be a middle-aged man, but I’m a gimp. What was I supposed to do?

Molly Ivins would’ve told me to get a dog. The Coalition to Stop Gun Violence would have told me I was asking for trouble being out that late. Yeah, anti-gunners are fucking evil incarnate.

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6 Responses to “Sometimes the threats are closer to home…”

  1. James Says:

    Some of us were raised to win arguments by having facts on our side, while some were raised such that the person who could yell the loudest and lose their temper the fastest, wins the argument, facts be damned.
    I don’t think he was going to simply discuss facts with you.
    I hope to hell you wouldn’t need to produce said .45 to resolve an argument, but it always helps to have the option. =)
    Careful out there, bud.

  2. Borepatch Says:

    eah, anti-gunners are fucking evil incarnate.

    Yup

  3. TBeck Says:

    Sic vis pacem para bellum.

  4. TBeck Says:

    That reminds me, I have a Fobus RU97 paddle holster for a Ruger that I no longer own. It should fit the P90 and possibly the P89. If you can use it, PM your mailing address on Facebook and I’ll get it to you.

  5. southtexaspistolero Says:

    I don’t think he was going to simply discuss facts with you.

    Yeah, me neither. I sure as shit wasn’t going to take the chance on him packing anything. Like I said on Facebook, if they’d have just kept their damn music down, we’d have kept our mouths shut. As the saying goes, “don’t start none, won’t be none.” But no. And he probably just dug the hole deeper with the landlord, because I told the LL about him popping off on me. We’ll see what happens.

  6. That Guy Says:

    That is a good reminder to ALWAYS carry the CHL.

    My instructor up here made a good point. If you are asked in court after a shooting if you always carry a gun, you need to be able to say ‘Yes’. Because a good lawyer will rip you a new one if you say:
    “I only carry when I’m going to a bad part of town” (He will say you are racist)
    “I only carry if I think there will be trouble” (So you got your gun and went looking for trouble! -or- If you think there was going to be trouble, why did you go?)
    …and so on. Just keep a gun with you.

    Always.

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