I ain't about to tell ya what city I was living in when this happened but back in the late 80s I bought a Aminus Hombre. A sweet SAA clone in .44 Magnum.
Anyways I worked as a bouncer at a night club back then so I slept during the day. One day I was awoken by footsteps and I see this guy with an afro in my hallway. Being the the high testoserone guy I was back then. I grabed my trusty gold plated .44 Mag and chased this guy in my apartment. He had my VCR in hand and bolted out the door. I of course chased after him into the alley in my Sweats pants and slippers..(no shirt) with this big 10 inch gold plated .44. He pulls out something out of his waist so I shoot a warning shot killing a dumpster. This of course scared the feceese out the guy so he dropped my VCR and the "weapon" in the alley but kept running. I pick up my now busted Betamax and a craftsmen crescent wrench.
So there I am in the alley behind the ARBYS during the lunch hour with only a pair of sweats and slippers and a big ass .44 and a VCR next a very dead dumpster.
Luckily nobody cared enough to call the cities finest.