hehe. i love telling this story. i've had like. over 2 ok. well. we keep a rifle outside of my parents room. and so one night. i hear someone opening and closing a car door. (i'm an insomniac)*sp* and i look out the window. at first i see one man. then i see two. they crack the locks on my mom & dad's car and take just about everything out of it. i go outside the back when i hear them going into the side through the garage. and because the car was so busted up, i just simply opened the top of the hood and start to tamper with the cords and everything, with the rifle in my left hand. i get out my knife i had in my athletic shorts and cut like every cord i see. i start to hear them getting inside. so i'm like holy crap. one of them was a mexican without a shirt on and the other was a black guy with a do-rag on. they both had guns. so i begin to close the hood. i go back around the back and i look inside. they start unplugging my TV and say we got this [cabbage] dude. i'm like no you don't [bleep]...(i've had run ins with gangsters before. but i talked my way out if it. even tho i was scared as hell.)i was about to piss on my self. and all of a sudden i see them bringing my TV outside, without their guns =] they're grunting, and pushing. still being very very very quite. they set down the TV and i run up to them fast. with the rifle in my hand, cocked and everything. along with that i tell them to put their hands up. i tell them that i've [bleep]ed their car, and that they can't use their car. so theyr'e like oh [cabbage] dude this kid is [bleep]ed up. i'm like hell yeah. so i tell them that i'm going to call the cops right now. theyre like as soon as you put down that damn gun were gonna [bleep]ing kill you. in the back of my head i'm like pissing on my self. i say that if they move while i'm getting my cell outa my pocket, i'll shoot them. there like holy [cabbage] dude this kid is [bleep]ed up. i reach in my pocket, and one of them moves. i drop my fone, with 911 already connecting and ringing. and i'm about to shoot. then they say sorry! sorry! i kneal down with my gun still aimed at them i hear the 911 operator on the line. i say hello, i've got a problem here. i have 2 burglers in my driveway with my rifle pointing sraight at them, do you think i could maybe get some police here? she says that they'll be there as soon as possible. i reply saying, well, do you think they can hurry, my arm is getting tired of pointing at them. i'm still realy realy calm somehow. and she says yes. i'll tell them to hurry. i see on of them about to run and i yell no! don't run! i'll shoot you! they come back and pull out a knife. i say drop that [cabbage]! drop it [bleep]! i'm about to pull and the guy comes storming at me. the 911 opperator hears a gun shot and hears a moan from the guy. she asks what happens i say he tryed to stabb me. bring a ambliance too. i laugh and tell them my adress and all, while i just pissed on myself. i shot him right in the right shoulder. the other guy takes off. i tell the guy to come back. and he does. my dad comes out in his boxers and says what the hell are you doing! i tell him to go and get the baseball bat, and pistol's that the dudes had. and so my dad does. my brother walks out and he's only 9 at the time. so i tell him to go watch tv its nothing. my dad comes back out. and has both of the pisols. he tells me one of them is broken, and the other is opperational. i'm like both of you guys are idiots. bringing a broke gun huh? the guy that i shot is like dude this [bleep]in hurts laying on the ground. i'm like realy? hmm i wonder why. why did you come at me when i had the gun? then i hear the cops & ambliance comeing around. at first the cops point their guns at me. and i drop my gun. they point at my dad and he drops his crap too. they get the guy that i didn't shoot in handcuffs and the other guy on a strecher with his legs handcuffed. from what i heard both of them are still in jail. we've moved now tho. and changed our names. so. no tracking us now =] but when we moved, we had too drill out the blood on the driveway. and had to compleatly repave the driveway. yeah. grammer/mispelling. but what am i a 40 year old, no. thats one of my storys now. i don't feel like telling any others, thats my favorite.
