Bad night to take the small gun...
Posted: Thu Oct 08, 2009 9:30 am
So last night was the closest I've come in 10 months of carrying almost 24/7 to actually having to draw... and all I had on me was my S&W 642, with only the 5 JHP .38 Special +P Speer Gold Dots in it.
It started off as a quick trip to grab food around 9pm. Then my friend, Andrew, called and asked me to come hang out for a bit with him and a girl he just started dating while a season premier was on for South Park. After the show, Family Guy was on. Then right as I was thinking about heading home, probably around 10:30 ish, there was a knock on the door. He wasn't expecting anyone, and got up to check the peephole. There was no one to be seen. So he sat back down for maybe 5 minutes, when there was another knock. Once again, he got up and checked the door. This time he asked as discretely as possible if I had my gun on me, because he didn't recognize the people. I nodded, and put my hand into my front right pocket snugly around the 642.
I really wanted to tell him that if he had to ask about a gun then it was probably just best to leave the door locked. I didn't get the chance.
Upon opening the door, he realized one of our mutual friends, a girl named Rachael was in front of the door, but she's too short to be seen from the peephole. There were three guys with her, one of whom I randomly knew from an excellent night of beer pong where he and I were partners and won at least 14 games in a row. So some warm fuzzy feelings. Her coming over wasn't abnormal, so I dropped my guard momentarily. We asked about the ghost knock and they at first tried to play it off as if they saw some "random girl" knock and run, but we soon discovered that "random girl" was Andrew's ex. The same ex who had been calling him every time she drank for the past week telling him how horrible of a person he was. She just opened the door and let herself in shortly after the first group entered.
The first guy, to be referred to as Teddy Bear, I wasn't too worried about. Beside having been pretty good party friends (for that one night), he really didn't seem to be much more of a threat than a teddy bear. I think they dragged him along and he didn't really want to be there. The second guy was just a little shorter than I (I'm 6'4") and about the same body build. He was also drunk. We'll call him "Slim". The third guy was obviously sizing me and Andrew up, shorter but stocky, quiet, and also noticeably intoxicated but still functional. He had the crazy eyes going on (Think Josie Wells-style) and I expected him to go off at any minute. We'll call him "Dark". Andrew's ex is named Manon.
Well we introduced ourselves, Teddy Bear and I recognized each other, and exchanged a couple sentences about the great beer pong night. Then Manon walked right on in and Slim explained that they came to talk about her and Andrew's break-up. My hand went back on the gun. Manon sat down next to Andrew's new date and began telling her how horrible of a person he is, and that since I'm his friend I'm just as bad or worse. Slim started by going on about how he doesn't usually start stuff, but if some guy is talking bad about a lady he'll kick his behind. Dark was just sizing us up still, and I was really starting to wish I had my .40 Px4 with a spare mag like I usually carry. Andrew offered everyone a shot of vodka. They accepted. I stuck to my Coke.
It was a very uneasy standoff for maybe 30 minutes during which Andrew explained his side of the story, got Manon to admit she had lied about several things, and freely handed out more shots. Teddy Bear and I made small talk while I kept an eye on Dark. Dark and Slim talked to each other about how they aren't scared of fights, compared knuckles scars from this and that party, etc. Slim told Andrew's date how he'd beaten up 8 guys at the same time by himself before at a point when Andrew was doing damage control with drunk Manon. I strongly urged Rachael to get them out of there, that being drunk with a group of guys isn't the best way to work out your relationship issues. I stopped just short of letting her know that I would shoot her friends if they started a fight. In the end they left with nothing exciting happening.
I'm pretty sure it had been a drunken "let's go kick that guy's behind" trip from the start. It was random chance that I was there, and none of them except Andrew knew I was carrying. I believe in the face of pretty even odds and a very well-played, alcohol encouraged, "oh yeah we're all friends here" facade, they got distracted from their original purpose.
I honestly wasn't entirely sure of the legality of a shoot if one of them made a move but I had decided to pull and shoot anyway. The apartment's set up to where the kitchen, with several knives laying around at the time of the unexpected visit, is easily accessible. I'm not a big fan of drunk, upset ex-girlfriends. Even less so when they're armed. Both Slim and Dark had pocket knives. Technically we were outnumbered, 5 to 3, and the last thing I want happening is for me to get shot by my own gun.
I chose not to tell them all to leave since it wasn't my apartment and Andrew was playing off the friendly, generous host thing.
I guess by the "everyone went home and you're not in jail" rule I did ok, and please note this is not my crazy ex. I haven't talked to her in quite some time.
Thoughts?

It started off as a quick trip to grab food around 9pm. Then my friend, Andrew, called and asked me to come hang out for a bit with him and a girl he just started dating while a season premier was on for South Park. After the show, Family Guy was on. Then right as I was thinking about heading home, probably around 10:30 ish, there was a knock on the door. He wasn't expecting anyone, and got up to check the peephole. There was no one to be seen. So he sat back down for maybe 5 minutes, when there was another knock. Once again, he got up and checked the door. This time he asked as discretely as possible if I had my gun on me, because he didn't recognize the people. I nodded, and put my hand into my front right pocket snugly around the 642.
I really wanted to tell him that if he had to ask about a gun then it was probably just best to leave the door locked. I didn't get the chance.
Upon opening the door, he realized one of our mutual friends, a girl named Rachael was in front of the door, but she's too short to be seen from the peephole. There were three guys with her, one of whom I randomly knew from an excellent night of beer pong where he and I were partners and won at least 14 games in a row. So some warm fuzzy feelings. Her coming over wasn't abnormal, so I dropped my guard momentarily. We asked about the ghost knock and they at first tried to play it off as if they saw some "random girl" knock and run, but we soon discovered that "random girl" was Andrew's ex. The same ex who had been calling him every time she drank for the past week telling him how horrible of a person he was. She just opened the door and let herself in shortly after the first group entered.
The first guy, to be referred to as Teddy Bear, I wasn't too worried about. Beside having been pretty good party friends (for that one night), he really didn't seem to be much more of a threat than a teddy bear. I think they dragged him along and he didn't really want to be there. The second guy was just a little shorter than I (I'm 6'4") and about the same body build. He was also drunk. We'll call him "Slim". The third guy was obviously sizing me and Andrew up, shorter but stocky, quiet, and also noticeably intoxicated but still functional. He had the crazy eyes going on (Think Josie Wells-style) and I expected him to go off at any minute. We'll call him "Dark". Andrew's ex is named Manon.
Well we introduced ourselves, Teddy Bear and I recognized each other, and exchanged a couple sentences about the great beer pong night. Then Manon walked right on in and Slim explained that they came to talk about her and Andrew's break-up. My hand went back on the gun. Manon sat down next to Andrew's new date and began telling her how horrible of a person he is, and that since I'm his friend I'm just as bad or worse. Slim started by going on about how he doesn't usually start stuff, but if some guy is talking bad about a lady he'll kick his behind. Dark was just sizing us up still, and I was really starting to wish I had my .40 Px4 with a spare mag like I usually carry. Andrew offered everyone a shot of vodka. They accepted. I stuck to my Coke.
It was a very uneasy standoff for maybe 30 minutes during which Andrew explained his side of the story, got Manon to admit she had lied about several things, and freely handed out more shots. Teddy Bear and I made small talk while I kept an eye on Dark. Dark and Slim talked to each other about how they aren't scared of fights, compared knuckles scars from this and that party, etc. Slim told Andrew's date how he'd beaten up 8 guys at the same time by himself before at a point when Andrew was doing damage control with drunk Manon. I strongly urged Rachael to get them out of there, that being drunk with a group of guys isn't the best way to work out your relationship issues. I stopped just short of letting her know that I would shoot her friends if they started a fight. In the end they left with nothing exciting happening.
I'm pretty sure it had been a drunken "let's go kick that guy's behind" trip from the start. It was random chance that I was there, and none of them except Andrew knew I was carrying. I believe in the face of pretty even odds and a very well-played, alcohol encouraged, "oh yeah we're all friends here" facade, they got distracted from their original purpose.
I honestly wasn't entirely sure of the legality of a shoot if one of them made a move but I had decided to pull and shoot anyway. The apartment's set up to where the kitchen, with several knives laying around at the time of the unexpected visit, is easily accessible. I'm not a big fan of drunk, upset ex-girlfriends. Even less so when they're armed. Both Slim and Dark had pocket knives. Technically we were outnumbered, 5 to 3, and the last thing I want happening is for me to get shot by my own gun.
I chose not to tell them all to leave since it wasn't my apartment and Andrew was playing off the friendly, generous host thing.
I guess by the "everyone went home and you're not in jail" rule I did ok, and please note this is not my crazy ex. I haven't talked to her in quite some time.
Thoughts?