“Round Two”
By Jim Culp
November 22, 2022
Well, it seems that I am a punk magnet. It has been a while
since I was attacked by punks, and I was glad to be past that. Last night, I
talked to several friends that I try to keep in touch with…and then settled
into watch a movie and relax. Nothing would be further than the truth. At about
10:30, I realized that I had left my wallet in my car. No matter how anyone else
feels, I can’t stand to let that slide. It’s just too easy for some asshole to
steal it and go on a bar binge before you can say howdy doody has wooden balls.
So out I went, down to the old parking lot. It was as quiet
as a church on Monday, and I proceeded towards my car. A visual reconnaissance told
me that no one was about, or so I thought. I pressed my FOB button and the car beeped
back at me in response.
I opened the passenger door and retrieved my wallet, and
then heard a sound. It was footsteps, and fairly heavy ones. I turned my head,
and something struck my forehead. It was a 24-inch piece of half inch rebar,
and the tip of it was jagged. I was lucky that it was a glancing blow, or I would
have been in a bad way quick.
“Not this shit again…what am I? A faggot
magnet?”
Luckily, the fat punk had stepped back a bit (obviously to
observe the damage done) and that gave me about 10 seconds to get my hand on my
.45 that stays in my car. I drew it and thumbed the safety off. Homeboy
suddenly realized that he had brought a stick of steel to a gunfight.
“Oh shit!” he yelled…and ran away.
“Punk mother fucker…” I
thought.
Blood dripped from my forehead, so I locked the car and
staggered up the stairs.
Life is good…just stay armed if you live in the city.
-Jim
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