No brag, just fact. Actually, three biker-looking tough guys were once waiting by my car. This was many years ago. I asked them what they were doing. One replied, "Where's your wife?"
It lasted maybe ten seconds. Number One asphyxiated from a crushed larynx, and needed intubation and oxygen when the ambulance arrived. Number Two got a two-way-swinging knee from a vicious sidekick. Screamed like a bitch. Number Three got my other foot hard on his nuggets, causing him to bend over into the knee that smashed his nose and cheekbone.
Not my finest ten seconds, but right up there. I'm still amazed that I never even thought of drawing my .357 Magnum.
Now in my '60's, those days are likely well past me. Still, it's nice to know that if the sitch ever goes tits-up, I probably have a real fighting chance.
Biden is pus.
“No brag, just fact.”
Is that you, Will Sonnett?