On Saturday, November 11, 2017 at 1:05:05 PM UTC-5, Sqwertz wrote:
> On 11/10/2017 5:11 PM, wrote:
> > On Thursday, November 9, 2017 at 6:24:20 PM UTC-5, Sqwertz wrote:
> >> On 11/9/2017 4:15 PM, wrote:
> >>> On Thursday, November 9, 2017 at 5:59:10 PM UTC-5, Sqwertz wrote:
> >>>
> >>>> http://www.target-air.co.uk/ekmps/sh...-targets-176-p[ekm]296x296[ekm].jpg
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> >>>> Here, eat some brains:
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> >>>> https://i.ytimg.com/vi/r0vc_5eYx9I/maxresdefault.jpg
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> >>> You are correct, I didn't use a real gun. I pretend shot the guy. It was a fake gun, no bullets, a starter pistol. I backed the dude up, had him really scared. "Now you're going to die", I said, pulling the trigger and activating the blank gun's loud report. At the sound of it my victim curled up and went down. He clutched his stomach even though I had been aiming at his head. "Are you playing with me?", I boomed, "trying to fool me, are you?" But it was real. I took his pulse, it was not detectable. The guy was temporarily dead. I had indeed shot a man in Reno just to watch him die. But he didn't die. He woke up a short time later. I had scared him "half to death".
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> >> I applaud your revising your first claim.
> >>
> >>> Another time, (in Reno would you believe) I used the same blank gun as a means of defense against an enraged loonie who had just lost a bundle at the casino in which I sat playing the slot machines. He had his eyes on me. "Outside", he boomed, "let's go, outside", grabbing me and forcing me out the door. No one came to my aid.
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> >>> Once we got outside the guy told me he was ****ed and was going to take it out on me. "Looks like you're today's lottery winner", he said with a sick grin. He advanced towards me with veins bulging in his massive forearms. His fists were up, I knew I had no chance. I drew my fake gun and told him to stop. "Move one more step, just one, and I swear to God I'll blow you apart."
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> >>> He laughed and kept coming. With each step he took I cautioned anew, "One more step, just one, and I'll use this gun on you." Finally he got close enough to grab me. I knew I had to use the gun even though it was fake. Not only was it fake - a blank gun - it wasn't even holding blanks. But when he got really close to me, was about to grab me, I tightened my grip on the fake gun and squeezed the trigger and yelled, "Bang", three straight times really loud. He laughed so loud he fell down. Then I went to town on him with the fake gun's handle. I slammed his head into a pancake and kept hammering it until it was a thin as a half dollar. Then I cut off his flattened head and took it back inside the casino and used it on the half dollar slot machine and won a million dollars as a large crowd of people cheered my victory loudly. I will never forget that day.
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> >>
> >> Lotsa anger in you, why is that?
> >>
> >> Oh and btw - get yourself one of these before someone ****s you over
> >> playing with fake guns
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> >> https://cdn.thehomesecuritysuperstor...ge/39061A1.jpg
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> >> At least you'll have time to retreat.
> >
> >
> > No anger, just humor, for which you and millions around the world should be grateful. Even if you don't laugh, at least you won't cry on my behalf.
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> I might, you simply can't know.
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> > So be thankful that I have channeled what you call my anger into something less intrusive. And thanks for applauding me for being to revise things. Maybe I didn't revise it, maybe I simply explained it the second time in a way you couldn't understand the first time. Anyway, thanks for softening up on me Sqwertz. Now, if you're ready to resume attacking me, please feel free to return to your normal habits. Onward!
> >
>
> You stole my last pack of smokes, didn't you?


I smoked more cigarets in 40 years than the average person does in several lifetimes. I was chaining 3 packs a day at age 13. I could run fast but would be on the ground gulping for air when it was over. At age 29 I thought I was having a heart attack, couldn't get any air. It was alcohol withdrawal but I didn't see it that way, I thought it was my lungs because it was hard to get air due to the anxiety. I quit smoking that day. It took weeks to get over it, just the initial part. I hung out at the poolroom and would ask people I knew to blow some smoke my way. That was my own way of using 'the patch' before it even existed. I thought I was losing my mind and I never equated it to my having quit smoking. It took about two weeks for the physical part to leave, months for the psychological. At first I called myself an ex smoker. After a few months I called myself a non smoker. I truly believed I'd never smoke again. I had no conscious cravings.

One day 12 years after I quit I was shooting pool as usual and some guy was watching me from a small set of bleachers. I was down on a shot when I glanced up and saw and heard him open an old school zippo style lighter with that familiar click. He clicked it open and lit his cigaret, sucked in the smoke deeply, then flicked the lighter shut with the same clicking sound, the one I recalled from my youth, and let out a huge billow of smoke slowly from his mouth. I'm telling you it was like a commercial. I bummed one from the guy. I got dizzy. "Hmmm, not bad once a night, only when I'm drinking", I told myself. Problem was I was drinking almost every night, and one cigaret went to two, then three. I still refused to smoke when I wasn't drinking until one day a friend was over at my apartment smoking a Marlboro and I bummed one from him. From there I'd go downstairs and offer people on the street a dollar for two cigarets because I didn't want to have a whole pack around. I did that for a few weeks before giving in to the store. Within weeks I was going on smoking binges of two weeks at a clip, putting away as many as 5 or 6 packs a day. Some people don't believe that, but it's true. When I wasn't smoking - by now the patch was being sold - I would use the patch to make the comedown easier, a chance to clean out my lungs.. I would buy the 21 mil patch and cut it progressively into smaller pieces so that within one to two weeks I was weaned off the nicotine. But when I felt healthier, my lungs cleared out a bit, I'd go back on another binge. I went from what I called a health binge to a smoking and drinking binge every so many weeks, a real yo yo practice for a real yo yo in life.

TJ