Man, pool halls are dangerous
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Guess another normal night in the office.Fairly anonymous on the net. That tiny picture in my avatar is probably the only one you can find. I talk more freely on here than I do in person. Thing is, I have walked the mean streets and may do it again although I am less inclined to as I age and appear more of a target. I was half partners in a business at 15. In the year we held the lease it was robbed 22 times, six or seven of those being armed robberies. A fluke, I was never present during an armed robbery. While the major thoroughfare the station was on wasn't too bad, everything around it was! Well except the graveyards which were several hundred years old or more.
I screwed a shotgun in somebody's ear, foolish, it wasn't necessary. Another time, somebody came at me with a stabbing weapon, I had a gas nozzle in my hand and it will squirt six or eight feet. Alone during slow times at service stations and things got interesting sometimes. Three young men tried to crowd me, threatening me, in my next service station. I backed into a doorway where they had to come from the front and told them let's get it on. "You can't fight us, we are only seventeen!" "Fine, I am only sixteen." Stopped them in their tracks. Rarely trouble when you call somebody's bluff. Funny thing, I really was sixteen, maybe just a long fifteen, I don't remember.
Later I ran a wrecker. Always alone. Running for the law, citizens, and often drunks. Never know how many there were or if they are armed. When they are broke they figure if they get you out they will talk you into helping them. The wrecker made for a lot of interesting times and lots of interesting places. The auto salvage was slightly safer and I hadn't owned my business a month when people started learning I would tap somebody that needed tapping. No warning, no loud mouth, no shove. From a little amateur back yard and school boxing I had developed the habit of taking the inside lines and take my chances on dodging or deflecting roundhouse blows.
Once I was in a biker bar when two guys went to fighting. Every guy in the place besides me was packing, half the women. Damned embarrassing to reach down to my waist line and snatch out a handful of belly hair! The two guys that started off fighting were rolling around at my feet but things went crazy from there. Almost every man in the place started brawling for why I did not know, half the women were knuckle and skulling with other women or men. I don't know how many of them had a clue what they were fighting about. I ended up working the front door and they were tossing half the people out while keeping the other half inside. No idea how they sorted out who was who! With all of the guns there were a couple of accidental discharges and the law showed in about fifteen minutes or so. Funny thing, I never did figure out where those bullets went. None went in people and nobody was arrested for anything.
The bars are safer than pool halls although I do know of a few people shot in pool halls. One was still on the floor when I started playing.
Hu