well... earlier i started the story of how i bought a certain razor that i am not allowed to utter the name of.... and i told the story of honing and using it... and how i thought that everything would be ok....
i was wrong... that epic saga i wrote *(really worthy of a Pulitzer if i say so myself..) was merged with another thread and locked.... que sera sera.....
i resumed living my life.... confident that nothing bad was going to happen.....
oh how wrong i was..... i went out for a ~150 mile motorcycle ride and when i returned home it was horrible....
that razor that shall not be named had possessed alvin........ he was drunk with anger and cursing and raging and apparently been on a crack and meth binge in my absence... i tried talking to him but he wouldn't listen.... his strength... too much.... he grabbed the razor that must not be named and then he took a hostage..... poor snookems didn't stand a chance.... i negotiated as best i could and finally i promised to give him the keys to my zx14 and lift it off the kickstand and put it in gear for him..... but just as i had convinced him to put down the blade..... my wife walked in and surprised him.... he went into a total rage....
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i had to put him down.... luckily in the 11 years i was a sheriffs deputy i learned to be a expert marksman.... i put one through the "apricot" *(military and police personnel will know what i speak of...)
he dropped like a sack of potatoes.... luckily snookems survived with minor injuries.....
