After the week I’ve had with my car, I would give him the car. I would ask him to set it on fire. in fact, I would buy the lighter for him. I hate my car.
He would be doing me a favor.
Of course, i would probably get pistol whipped in the course of it. And then, after driving it for a block, he would come back and shoot me for letting him take it.
The asshole that stuck the gun in my face was using a single action 9mm... It was in the half cock position....
I didn’t have to slam his head in the door... I was real f-—ing mad... he bled a lot... I enjoyed a brief moment of clarity, tore off my shirt to help him and called the coppers...