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I was living in a not-so-nice area of St. Louis. I was working at the Player's Island Casino and had silly work hours. I was home and wide awake at 2:30 am when the car alarm for my VERY nice 84 Monte Carlo SS began to scream. It was a very windy night so i went and looked out the window of my shotgun apartment, and noticed nothing wrong, so i silenced the alarm and went back to playing Red Alert on my puter. Two minutes later it went off again, i looked and saw nothing at first so i silenced the alarm again, that's when i saw the guy in my car wrestling with the steering column.
At that point in my life...I owned 3 things of value.
1. My Monte Carlo SS
2. My stainless steel .22rifle
3. My computer
I also was recently separated from my wife and child....might have had just a BIT of frustration built up....anyways, when I saw this guy in my car, instead of re-engaging the car alarm and calmly calling 911...i bolted for the closet and fetched my gun. I jumped out on the front porch with my heart pounding soaked with the adrenelin shot of a lifetime and yelled "HEY MOTHERF***ER" took aim through my scope right at his head and pulled off a round.....right at the moment i shot, he got the car started and his head moved back. He took off. I got in the street and popped off 3 more rounds at my car speeding away...
Cops came, were quite sympathetic to my story....etc....lots more interesting stuff in this story, but this is the guts of it. The car ended up smashed up into a concrete wall in downtown St. Louis about 5miles from my apt, and the cops were teasing my about my bad shooting skills....
I lost two of my 3 prized possessions that night, my car and my rifle (which i did get back a few months later)
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