My job routinely takes me to places where I'm surrounded and outnumbered by the scum of society- - - -porch apes, panhandlers, dopers, and other social misfits. On occasion I even have to interact with some of them. Maintaining a cool head and lots of situational awareness has kept me out of trouble so far, but if things go south in a hurry the last thought I have on this side of eternity is NOT going to be "Damn- - - -I wish I had a gun!" If I go down for the count, I intending to be standing on a pile of smoking brass, and using the empty gun as a club!
Jerry
