cadlakmike1 said:I hate it when people adopt the drug dealer mentality when all they're selling is pot. What i mean by that is the people that act tough or think they're poop doesn't stink. I also don't like it when people get what we call scarface syndrome, when they're too bug for they're britches and think they're untouchable by the law. I'm fortunate that i have a few close friends that also grow so it never feels like i'm calling a shady dealer, rather just calling a buddy who's proud of his accomplishments and what he has produced. I also Hate taxation without representation. don't sell crappy bud for expensive because that's all that is around. i understand that it's basic capitalism but karma will come back to bite those people in the arse!
Wiseguy_Chef said:sad thing is, if that was me, 8 years ago, that boy would not be walking. i would have beat the living **** out of him. an as far as haveing a gun. LOL what u think they stoped making them when they made yours boy? diffrence is i don't pull or show mine. most of my closest friends don't know i cary agun. but i got a conseled lisince perment. but back in the day it was diffrent, if that boy would have pull on me, he better use it, cuz i won't hestate to protect my self an put 2 in his head.
tesla said:Never buy weed from someone you don't know. This would have never happen .
mojosat said:I hear that. I am pretty laid back guy, but have had enough wordly experience to know that the baddies are out there and I keep a C and C license in two states, and it prevented me from losing my car and maybe my life at least once.
I was on my way to the hospital a sevral years ago to visit my new daughter and stopped for gas. It was pretty early in the morning and in a good part of town. When I finished pumping gas and was getting ready to leave, I had one leg in the car and this cat runs up on me, grabs me by the arm and shows me a "gun" in his hoodie pocket, and says, "give me the keys or I will Fng shoot you". You should have seen the look on his face about 4 seconds later, after I had broken his arm in the car door, nearly crushed his windpipe with my elbow and had my foot on his kneck with my Browning High Power shoved in his mouth.
I called the cops who were there in about 2 minutes, and as soon as they pulled up I put my gun on the roof of my car, placed my hands on the window all while keeping my foot on the dirtbags throat, yelling that I had a permit, and that I was the one who had called. I was quickly handcuffed by the copy while they detained the offender, called for an ambulance, and checked out my permit. Turned out this guys gun, was a windshield scraper, and when the cops found out my background, they told the guy he was lucky to be alive.
A few weeks later I went to court, testified, and had him sent to jail for 5 to 7 years for attempted grand larceny and aggravated assault. As I was walking out of the court room I was served a summons. The dirtbag was suing me for the injuries I had inflicted on him. Due to cops giving testimony and the surveilance tapes from the gas station's security camera though it never went very far and I did'nt even have to pay my attorney anything he was so impressed with how I had handled this guy. I could not say I would do the same thing again though. Getting older and having been a dad for a while now I think diffrently, but back then instinct and training just took over.
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