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I want to tell you a true story. One that happened only a few weeks ago and after paying $2,000 in legal fees, is finally starting to get resolved.
It was 2am on a Saturday morning and I was taxi driving for Uber. I was about to go home when I received an alert. Someone needed to be picked up from a bar less than a quarter mile from my location. Hell, I figured this would be the last ride and I'd go home with good pay that night. Boy was I wrong....
I accepted the job, drove to the bar and picked up 2 illegal immigrants, man were they hammered...I figured It shouldn't be a problem. They only need to go 3 miles down the road, not bad for a last ride, so we buckled up and head out.
Not even 2 minutes into the ride they started throwing shit in the backseat of my BRAND NEW car. They were yelling and banging on the glass!
I kept my cool and stayed quiet. I wasn't about to enrage two grown men while my back was turned to them. So, I searched for place to park that was well lit and had an audience.
SCREEEEEEECH, I pulled over, near a hotdog stand, placed the car in park, got out of the car, opened the back door and forcefully spoke: GET THE [email protected]& OUT OF MY CAR!
Oh man were they surprised. But they were full of liquid courage too. They weren't about to let a ****** tell them what to do... and that's exactly what I expected...
The two men instantly started threatening me. As they got out of the car, I quickly got back in. But that wasn't enough... No, they had to come around to the driver seat while I was trying to get buckled in.
So, these drunkards thought they could drag me out of the car. They opened my door, punched me in the chin and thought they were gonna just have their way with me.
That's when they met my S&W M&P Performance Center 9mm. Oh man, the look on their face when I pulled that thing out. It was like the blood drained from their faces and their lips turned blue. They knew it was about to get sour
I knew that a blow to the head equals deadly force, and as such, can be met with deadly force. But, in the heat of the moment, I couldn't take the shot. Why?
Because of what lay beyond my target.
If I aimed center mass at the attacker and fired a shot, that bullet would have gone straight towards oncoming traffic and jeopardized the lives of innocent bystanders.
I had to act fast, but I had to act responsibly too. So I fired a shot... straight at his feet and watched him dance.
I was finally able to pull the car away. I pulled into a gas station across the street an instantly called the cops. When they arrived, they took statements from everyone and made sure they had a good understanding about what happened. I even gave them my dash-cam footage. I thought that was it, they'd arrest the cholo's and I'd get to go home...
Oh man was I wrong.
A female investigator showed up to the scene. One of the officers told me "she's not the one you want"... A little confused, I asked "what do you mean?" to which he replied "she's a big anti-gun nut"... I didn't think anything of it...
5 minutes later, that same officer came up to me and started to apologize.. that's when it hit me, I was about to get cuffed.
The Officer told me how he knew I was in the right, but he has to follow his orders. He tried to reassure me, but his words couldn't make those cuffs feel any better.
My hands stayed cuffed behind my back until 9am... 7 hours without relief. When they brought me to the station at 2:30am, they put me in a filthy cell, 4'x4', blood smeared all over the seat and walls. It looked as though this place had never been scrubbed down. They chained me to a steel pole on the bench, and there I sat until sunrise. It was torture
I later found out that they towed my car, no surprise there. But, because I had firearms in the trunk, they got seized. And by "seize" I mean they brought them to the station right in front of my cell. They started passing my guns to each other as if it were some kind of show and tell event. They didn't give a damn about my property, no respect whatsoever. Just passing my stuff around like it's a.... well, you get the point... I wasn't happy about it.
So, I go through booking, call my wife and she's freaking out because I didn't come home that night. She's gotta watch our baby, but can't get to me because the car was impounded.... she's a total wreck. No clue what to do, but somehow figures it out.
Around 4pm, I finally get bailed out of the hell hole!
$2,000, 2 months, and 2 court hearings later, the case gets dismissed. But this liberal investigator still wants to keep my guns. I had to get my lawyer to threaten her for violating my 4th Amendment right against unreasonable seizures... I should get my guns back tomorrow... the excitement is keeping me awake. Oh how I missed them. I'll be at the range AS SOON as they are placed back in my arms...
WHAT... A.... MESS!!
Oh, and I almost forgot to mention... I lost my job as result.
What's the lesson learned? We're guilty until proven innocent.
It was 2am on a Saturday morning and I was taxi driving for Uber. I was about to go home when I received an alert. Someone needed to be picked up from a bar less than a quarter mile from my location. Hell, I figured this would be the last ride and I'd go home with good pay that night. Boy was I wrong....
I accepted the job, drove to the bar and picked up 2 illegal immigrants, man were they hammered...I figured It shouldn't be a problem. They only need to go 3 miles down the road, not bad for a last ride, so we buckled up and head out.
Not even 2 minutes into the ride they started throwing shit in the backseat of my BRAND NEW car. They were yelling and banging on the glass!
I kept my cool and stayed quiet. I wasn't about to enrage two grown men while my back was turned to them. So, I searched for place to park that was well lit and had an audience.
SCREEEEEEECH, I pulled over, near a hotdog stand, placed the car in park, got out of the car, opened the back door and forcefully spoke: GET THE [email protected]& OUT OF MY CAR!
Oh man were they surprised. But they were full of liquid courage too. They weren't about to let a ****** tell them what to do... and that's exactly what I expected...
The two men instantly started threatening me. As they got out of the car, I quickly got back in. But that wasn't enough... No, they had to come around to the driver seat while I was trying to get buckled in.
So, these drunkards thought they could drag me out of the car. They opened my door, punched me in the chin and thought they were gonna just have their way with me.
That's when they met my S&W M&P Performance Center 9mm. Oh man, the look on their face when I pulled that thing out. It was like the blood drained from their faces and their lips turned blue. They knew it was about to get sour
I knew that a blow to the head equals deadly force, and as such, can be met with deadly force. But, in the heat of the moment, I couldn't take the shot. Why?
Because of what lay beyond my target.
If I aimed center mass at the attacker and fired a shot, that bullet would have gone straight towards oncoming traffic and jeopardized the lives of innocent bystanders.
I had to act fast, but I had to act responsibly too. So I fired a shot... straight at his feet and watched him dance.
I was finally able to pull the car away. I pulled into a gas station across the street an instantly called the cops. When they arrived, they took statements from everyone and made sure they had a good understanding about what happened. I even gave them my dash-cam footage. I thought that was it, they'd arrest the cholo's and I'd get to go home...
Oh man was I wrong.
A female investigator showed up to the scene. One of the officers told me "she's not the one you want"... A little confused, I asked "what do you mean?" to which he replied "she's a big anti-gun nut"... I didn't think anything of it...
5 minutes later, that same officer came up to me and started to apologize.. that's when it hit me, I was about to get cuffed.
The Officer told me how he knew I was in the right, but he has to follow his orders. He tried to reassure me, but his words couldn't make those cuffs feel any better.
My hands stayed cuffed behind my back until 9am... 7 hours without relief. When they brought me to the station at 2:30am, they put me in a filthy cell, 4'x4', blood smeared all over the seat and walls. It looked as though this place had never been scrubbed down. They chained me to a steel pole on the bench, and there I sat until sunrise. It was torture
I later found out that they towed my car, no surprise there. But, because I had firearms in the trunk, they got seized. And by "seize" I mean they brought them to the station right in front of my cell. They started passing my guns to each other as if it were some kind of show and tell event. They didn't give a damn about my property, no respect whatsoever. Just passing my stuff around like it's a.... well, you get the point... I wasn't happy about it.
So, I go through booking, call my wife and she's freaking out because I didn't come home that night. She's gotta watch our baby, but can't get to me because the car was impounded.... she's a total wreck. No clue what to do, but somehow figures it out.
Around 4pm, I finally get bailed out of the hell hole!
$2,000, 2 months, and 2 court hearings later, the case gets dismissed. But this liberal investigator still wants to keep my guns. I had to get my lawyer to threaten her for violating my 4th Amendment right against unreasonable seizures... I should get my guns back tomorrow... the excitement is keeping me awake. Oh how I missed them. I'll be at the range AS SOON as they are placed back in my arms...
WHAT... A.... MESS!!
Oh, and I almost forgot to mention... I lost my job as result.
What's the lesson learned? We're guilty until proven innocent.
