Responding to a Storied Request

Anonymouse has requested to hear my past experience with a gun.

Those that know me; know I am loathe to repeat stories of my past stupidities. As I am moving on from one phase of my life, to a hopefully happier, more fulfilling phase, we will repeat the story, for all to remind me how stupid I once was. (Reader beware, my story telling skills are lacking and what tends to follows is the facts....much better told by someone who embellishes with more zest and zeel than I do)

Me and a couple college friends (sometimes referred to as the Three Amigos) decided to continue the pub crawl that happens in college with a pub crawl through St. John's. The last pub was to be a place we had frequented all summer as a prefunk to cheap beer nights at another local pub (this place had true $1 pints). When we arrived at the last port, the place had closed for the night....this set off the military one of the group. On the way back to a friend's apartment for the night, I was separated from the rest of the gang....mostly by walking on the other side of the street. Next thing I hear is "RUN." Knowing who I'm with, that's exactly what I did. A few blocks later I hear this click...click..noise and look behind me....there is a guy chasing me with a gun, somewhat pointed in our/my general direction. I figure I'm gonna get shot; and as he's so close, I slow down. Ummm, ended up with pointed cocked gun within a few feet of me. Next thing; I'm thrown down on the ground...handcuffed, taken back to this guy's house and thrown down on his lawn. After he took off in his van to look for the rest of the gang, talking with his dad, apparently Military Amigo had stolen a concrete goose from the guy's front yard. Luckily, he didn't press charges, but I ended up spending a night at Detox....and according to the cop, the freak had cameras in his yard!

All I can say is, I'm not proud; and if you've ever had a gun pointed at you at short range; IT IS NOT A PLEASANT EXPERIENCE!