Can't figure out what this post has to do with divorce at all, but....

When my divorce first started turning ugly a few years ago, everything was
shit to me.  I just didn't care.

I was driving my piece-o-crap 1984 jeep cherokee (down from a Porsche
Boxter) and I broke down along Route 1 in Trenton, NJ.

I was on the side of the road, under the hood, pissed, when a car with four
men pulled up.  Assuming they were going to help, I greeted them, greasy and
all.  They unfortunately were not there to help.

They wanted my wallet, plus some of my belongings that were in my car (All I
could pack before my wife took it all)

I said no.  They advised that I didn't understand.  I said no again.

One of the guys pulled a gun and stuck it in my gut.  I grabbed my wallet &
threw it accross route 1, and started screaming at them to go ahead, shoot
me.

I'll never forget the look on thier faces as they got back in thier car &
left.

I'm also quite sure that I will never be that lucky again when being so
stupid.  I know I don't have the balls to do that again - or maybe I have
stuff to lose these days.


"User3247"  wrote in message
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> "Lee"  wrote:
>
>> When someone puts a fiream in your face and makes a demand, all humans,
>> if they want to live, should do one thing.
>>
>> Comply.
>
> Unless, like me, you carry your own firearm, and are very well trained in
> using it. Then you kill him before he kills you.
>




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