Near Death Experience/Close Call  

Years ago, I worked for a bail bondsman tracking and taking bail jumpers back to the jail. (Yup, Midnight Run).

On this one job, I had to go into Newark and get this guy that jumped bail on a stolen car charge. He was supposed to be home at his apartment, alone, and had no former history of violence.

I went to the door, had my gun at the ready, knocked and said that I had a delivery. When he opened the door, I pushed in, declared myself and was about to "arrest" him.

He pushed me back and bolted for the window. His brother (I found out later) came out of the next room with a double barreled shotgun.

The brother swung the shotgun toward me and pulled both triggers.

Only the right barrel fired. And because of the way he was holding the shotgun, it pulled to the right, missing me completely.
(Later I found buckshot holes down the side of my jacket)

I kicked the shotgun back upward into his face, and it smashed into his nose. I then kicked him in the balls and when he doubled over, I smashed him in the back of the head with my pistol.

The other guy, who I came to get, ended up falling off the fire escape and breaking his leg.

Because all of what went down, I had to call the police. I ended up getting the collar on the one guy, and both ended up going to jail.


But the kicker is: Later I got a call from the police. The guy who shot at me DID fire both barrels, and there was no reason that the second shell didn't fire. They ran a test on it, and found that it was in perfect working order. It just didn't fire.

If he fired both barrels, he would have cut me in half.

I called my wife (then my girlfriend) and told her what happened.

I quit that job that day. Turned in all my paper work and fire arms to the police, and never looked back. My office job is a lot safer.


All that happened 6 years ago today!!!

So this afternoon, I'm having a Bloody Mary at lunch, and my wife and I are going out to dinner tonight, and this weekend I'm going to enjoy Fango's Weekend of Horrors,

because by all rights, I should be dead.

I should have died there in that tenement 6 years ago. So now, I'm just indulging in a bit of "Thank God I'm Alive" mentality, so please bear with me.

Certain anniversarys you really never forget!

I literally dodged the bullet that time.

Thanks for the kind words people.

Oh, and the troll's bull shit made me laugh, so good try...

Yep, it was a close call, but those days are over.
I'm just glad to be here.

I was going to rant on about how I don't need to lie on a message board, and that I'm pretty insignifigant on the boards no matter what kind of story comes up...

then I was going to scan and attach all the relevant paperwork (lincenses, notorized documents, gun permit, state and federal authorization and paperwork) to this post to prove that my story, or the very least, my former job was true , but then I came to my senses...

What I say is true. If you believe me, then good, thank you. If you don't, then fine that's your right.

I didn't post this story for attention or "Holy shit!" responses. I posted it because it was important to me and maybe the most important day in my life. Not for the trolls to laugh at.

So, make jokes, don't believe, whatever. I'll still get up in the morning, knowing I'm not a troll searching message boards for things to make fun of.

It's funny really, because if any of those little douchbags ever said that to me personally, it be the last thing they'd ever say without a feeding tube.

So, suck a fart out of my ass, trolls.

It's interesting that everyone on the boards has been cool and supportive, but the only people to question this are the trolls with less than 50 posts.
And then they have the nerve to insult other people for having their own opinions.


I'm going to ask Nick to close this thread, there's no reason to have it open for troll fodder.