Was in a gin mill once when some ass wipe put four .25s through the window. The misshapen slugs were found on the window sill. They hadn’t made it through the cheap drapes.
Knew it was a .25 when we found casings outside on the sidewalk.
I knew a guy who’s wife shot herself in the head with a .25. Then, she got up, wandered around, maybe got some coffee, and then sat down and shot herself again.