about a yr or so ago I had to go home thru R'dale, south of ATL. some of you will know the town I'm talking about. nothing but trouble there now. I stopped for gas and while standing there pumping I noticed a lowlife on foot circling the pumps. Each time around, his circle got a little smaller and he got a little closer. It seemed clear to me that he was trying to make some sort of decision. Before his 3rd flyby I took my coat off, eyeballed him and positioned myself so that he could not miss seeing my .45. He saw it and his eyes got as big as saucers 
and he proceeded on down da screet, turning ocassionally to look at me. When I left I passed him and we both had a good look at each other.
and he proceeded on down da screet, turning ocassionally to look at me. When I left I passed him and we both had a good look at each other.