In the old days of butane propellant, Right Guard was good for a shock in a college dorm late at night.
Maybe a little bit of both. Here's two bizarre twists for you:
1. My first day in New York City without my parents was December 22, 1984 (New York Freepers should know that date very well).
2. While riding an NJ TRANSIT train home one day a few years ago, I remarked to a friend of mine how disturbed I was that in the event a guy with a gun went on a shooting rampage on the train, there would be no way to stop him until the police were called to the next station. Less than a week later, Colin Ferguson shot all those people on the Long Island Rail Road train.
Pretty creepy, huh?