Home defense storytime!
So I used to live in Ansonia CT. For those who don't know, the average per capita income puts it in the solid bottom 10 percent earners pretty much everywhere.
I was about 12 and I was home pretending to be sick. I had a louisville slugger in my bedroom just in case. I heard someone trying to break in the back door. I had just gone to a seminar given by a former attorney on Castle Defense laws so my body was ready.
The crackhead was not prepared for my unbridled pre-teen fury.
I waited for him to cross the threshold of the door and then I beat him senseless.
I then calmy called the police and told them to bring some medics with them.
They took my statement and tried their best to admonish me for not calling the cops first, but ultimately just failed. The dude I beat was known for doing what he got beat for, so they just picked him up and left.
So what did I do when I moved in with my Dad? I brought it with me and now it sits in my Dad's garage.
Waiting.