hell i still think here in louisiana and just north in arkansas we have the biggest gun toters in the country with the exception of maybe texas and michigan.
everyone ive ever met down here owns at least 4 guns of various types and knows how to strip clean and fire each one.
sorry but the dude could have gotten off work, forgot to tank up for the next day or what not. night before easter.. everything will be closed he took off to fill up so he'd have the gas for sunday...
a bunch of rowdy teens wander up.. he notices them but keeps to himself. they say something to him and he ignores them. they start to push the issue, then someone gets brave, slaps thier nads in a vice and takes the plunge. now you have the group mentality. everyone in the pool. dude draws the gun and the pucker factor is high. *blat* only thing i saw missing was this: they were too drunk and scared to pull it together to say he came at the group and they were trying to fight him off and hold him and he then pulled a gun. had they been a bunch of jerks sober and a fight you bet your arse they would have done something like that.. thier word agaist his.
but this route.. confirmed kicked out of a motel, drunk and disorderaly conduct.. bah they got what was commin to them. sorry but down here you dont fight one person you end up fighting them and all thier friends.
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