The Tall Man
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Twice a year, my professional responsibilities require the investment of my presence beyond normal working hours. Whilst in this grand old building, I remain 'safe' in the modern sense. However, the city's denizens of the dark remain just outside my window.
At app. 10:30pm EST Thursday evening, the unmistakable sounds of a double tap announced themselves through my office window. Lovely.
After I reassured myself that my .380 remained close at hand, and would remain accessible in my motorcycle jacket's gun pocket upon my departure, I gave the matter little thought.
The state of readiness is nothing more than a prudent response to circumstances.
My commute home at 0015 was chilly but uneventful. I'm going to ask for an electric vest for Christmas. Those of you who ride motorcycles can appreciate the utility of this particular garment.
Although I am typing this while suffering from a lack of REM sleep, I am still in possession of the warm fuzzy that being armed when I really wanted to be armed gave me.
Carry on, my wayward sons.
-Tall Man
[This message has been edited by The Tall Man (edited September 29, 2000).]
At app. 10:30pm EST Thursday evening, the unmistakable sounds of a double tap announced themselves through my office window. Lovely.
After I reassured myself that my .380 remained close at hand, and would remain accessible in my motorcycle jacket's gun pocket upon my departure, I gave the matter little thought.
The state of readiness is nothing more than a prudent response to circumstances.
My commute home at 0015 was chilly but uneventful. I'm going to ask for an electric vest for Christmas. Those of you who ride motorcycles can appreciate the utility of this particular garment.
Although I am typing this while suffering from a lack of REM sleep, I am still in possession of the warm fuzzy that being armed when I really wanted to be armed gave me.
Carry on, my wayward sons.
-Tall Man
[This message has been edited by The Tall Man (edited September 29, 2000).]