Posted on 03/12/2018 5:31:50 AM PDT by w1n1
It would appear that the correct keyword for this is already posted...
My banks don’t have bulletproof glass anywhere. I have seen bulletproof glass at liquor stores in Bk’lyn, though.
William Burroughs comes to mind.
Dad a marine WW2 vet and NYPD cop taught me gun safety. Ever point it at anything you don’t want to destroy etc (see Jeff Cooper for the rest.
So all of a sudden, down by the creek. One of my friends sends a BB into my butt. Not into so much as into my person as into my pants leaving a welt on my butt. I reciprocated. We made fast rules. Nothing above the waist.
I would have preferred dad’s rules and do so today as do my kids. But at 10-12 it’s what stupid kids do.
Killed girlfriend/wife in Mexico if I remember correctly.
Depending on the neighbor hood bullet proof glass is still in banks around DFW.
Interesting. I’ll have to pay closer attention when I go into banks around here. My main bank is Wells Fargo. No glass.
Is kanawa your brother??
LOL
Can I try with some full loads outta my Dan Wesson?
Yes, trying to shoot something off the top of her head. He claimed she went up on her toes when he pulled the trigger. His Parent’s money and time was enough to set him free and get back across the border.
I read some of these Beat Poets/novelists back in college. Liked Kerouac. He turned out to be a conservative of sorts before he drank himself to death. Never ‘got’ Burroughs. But latter on I got to fix Burroughs adding machines (his family fortune) in my short stint as a business Machine mechanic back in 79.
At least he didn’t wear it while testing...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5m-uAqgd6Oc
But he did wear these...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9WWiPiks1sU
Missed all of the Beats in college getting out in ‘66 and going right into AF for 26 years. Later my wife got her degree and had to read them all so I read them too. I wrote short stories on an email group (before the web) in the early 1990s called Nerdnosh. It was run by a guy who had lived with Neal Cassady’s widow, Carolyn.
Have a couple B.B. gun scars, but my best came from a wrist rocket. I just bought it and left my brother hold it while I ran into the garage to grab a large glass bottle of 7Up. As I was walking out shaking it, he took the shot. I got a two-inch shard stuck in my sternum and thought I was dead.
Ouch!
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