Dear Snipers Hide constituents need advice.

[Makinchips208]

In 1984 and 85 I was working security at night clubs. From dance clubs to topless bars. My boss, who was also a local sheriff loaned me one of his nice pieces since I had a Texas state commission to carry a firearm on duty (I had to requalify every so often, last test was 145 pounts out of 150.) It was a Smith and Wesson Model 19 K-frame .357 Magnum with nickel plating and ivory oversized grips. Just shy of 3 pounds but shot like a dream. (Sure it was easy to pose with it and say, "I know what you are thinking. Did he shoot six or was it only five? Well, in all the excitement, I kind of lost count myself. Being that this is (in that movie) a forty-four magnum, the most powerful handgun in the whole world and could blow your head clean off, you have to be asking yourself one question.

Do I feel lucky? Well, do you, punk?")

At the topless bars, a few bikers would go outside and beat a guy into the hospital just because it was Thursday night. At one of the dance clubs, I had a few fights. One with a guy who was on some other substance besides booze. During the struggle, he got my gun off my sam browne because it was a snap-on holster. So, I picked him up off the ground and bounced his head on the carpeted ramp like it was a basketball.

That stunned him enough to get handcuffs on him and wait for the cops. I could imagine he woke up the next morning with some stitches and a headache and asking what happened. And a cop could say, well, you took on a guy twice your size, that's what happened. (I was 6' 6" 235 lbs of several different types of hand to hand combat. Now, many decades later, life has worn me down to a puny 6' 4".)

Another "encounter" was with a drunken bum looking for a night in a warm jail (it was 20 F in February.) So, he lunged for my left hip, which is where I carry a handgun.) I deftly waltzed out of the way and he bounced headlong into the decorative brick facade of the club and knocked himself silly and a club employee called the police and they took him to the drunk tank. Easy money.

But that club was one of the times in my life I was shot at. And another time, I was keeping a trouble maker out and he was backing his car toward the club and about to run me over. So, I pulled that flashy S&W and he decided it was better to call it an evening and leave, which was fine with me.

I know this all sounds incredible and we see so many people talking a big game. But it really did happen.

Heck, I even applied as a police officer for Richardson, Texas and got past the physical agility test just fine. Then, I realized, being clean as a whistle, I could actually become a cop. You have to want it bad enough and I did not want that job that bad, as good as it was.

Wanna fight me buddy?

 

[Ronws]

Wanna fight me buddy?

Been there, done that. Scary thing is, I am old but still able to swing. Which makes fighting me problematic.

If the other guy wins, he beat up an old man, which is nothing to crow about. If I win, then he got beat up by an old man and nothing to brag about, the less the said, the better. So, it's a win-win for me.

But I know you were being silly. I could see the twinkle in your eye.

 

[Aftermath]

Been there, done that. Scary thing is, I am old but still able to swing. Which makes fighting me problematic.

If the other guy wins, he beat up an old man, which is nothing to crow about. If I win, then he got beat up by an old man and nothing to brag about, the less the said, the better. So, it's a win-win for me.

But I know you were being silly. I could see the twinkle in your eye.

Oh, no. That fucking Jimmy guy from Idaho is a grade A troublemaker and meant every word. Besides, I really doubt you could kick his ass.

 

[Makinchips208]

Been too long time since I got really knocked clean out. Haha! Probably do me good.

 

[jpop8807]

That's awesome. I used to suck at appeasing people. Even though I am taller and bigger than most people, some guys still have to try and intimidate me for no other reason than some kind of social points. And so my response was to drop what I was doing, walk over and put my face directly in theirs when they said they would kick my ass (their words, not mine) and I would say, "What are waiting on? Christmas?"

And another who took a swing at me with his screwdriver and quicker than he could blink, I took his screwdriver and put it to his throat and we came to an understanding and things were okay after that. I read it now and it sounds unbelievable. But it happened. But over the years, I have learned to listen to people first and get inside their swing, as it were. So, I have developed some of that being helpful with people. But I still have to stubbornness inside me. At work I am the Jonathon Banks.

If you have seen the series "Breaking Bad," Jonathon Banks plays the chief assistant to GianCarlo Esposito's character and does his duty with efficient means and methods. It is just business. And I have had people curse at me and I did not curse back. I simply refused to yield to their bullying. So, I get it a little bit. But I still cannot suffer a bully.

Ya I just make people feel like equals. My temper after the army took forever to adjust. Things would go from nice to dick measuring contest fast. I've managed to never had anyone at any of my gigs swing on me. I dunno why but everyone always trys to fuck with the big dudes. We have a guy 6'2 240ish super nice guy. He's had like the most problems with assholes lol.

Hell ya I've seen breaking bad. I totally get that. I try to stay as calm as possible. At least the areas I work in are private or gov property with tons of cameras. So if it comes down to people cussing at me or shit like that I just ask them to leave. Then if they keep going I just ask them a little louder enough for everyone to see they are fucking up. Kinda embarrass them. If I'm really pissed I'm that guy everyone would love to punch in the face that perfect smile while talking shit through my teeth, with the most friendly face so cameras see I'm no threat when I get swung on. Then game on. Usually, though I haven't really run into many problems, minus meth heads. They just tweak out won't leave the property, don't get when I'm talking shit, but don't do anything bad enough where I have the right to forcefully escort them off. So I just talk to property owners, then they end up calling the cops. Who usually don't do shit unless the person has a warrant on them. Colorado blows dick, one guy had meth and heroine on him the cop didn't do shit, he told me last Jan they passed a law stating 1 gram or less of any substance is a site and release, and that with the homeless crowd they just tell them to leave knowing they won't pay anyways.

 

[jpop8807]

I worked the door at a bar for a few years as a part time gig. I fucking hate drunks. Drunks under 5'8" always think they can beat you up, they can't and it was pointless to try. People who can beat you up can mostly control themselves and are rarely a problem.

The best night to work in Christmas eve. The after work holiday crowd is gone by 8pm and what is left is misery. The last Christmas eve I ever worked at a bar, A drunk downer was whining to anyone who would listen and making the crowd mad. He stood up and loudly yelled. "If there was a bridge nearby I'd fucking jump off it!!!" The crowd screamed back, "Two blocks down, take a fucking right and walk to the middle, die already!!!"

I was touched by the holiday spirit of our patrons. Even a bad job has bright moments.

Dude so fucking true. I did hospital security where non of the crazy rooms lock they just open outwards and we have cameras in the rooms. So we are told to just get to the door if we see them get up and put our foot infront of the door and ask how we can help them. Meth heads=paranoid but usually not violent, heroine od's just lay there lol, suicide watches are usually chill unless its a white woman then I have to listen to crying all night, but the fucking drunks especially the young or tiny ones. Act cool then always try swinging, like I've put hands on more people the short time in the hospital than anywhere else.

I agree I think the sketchiest jobs have the best stories, or those super bright moments. Christmas was good for us. NY's eve was the worst. During covid the sheriffs office wasn't using a drunk tank so they dumped them all on the hospital. Oh another thing I hated was the homeless. They would come in during the winter say they are suicidal so they could get 24 hours of bed and food (can't blame them), but then when they are cleared as not crazy they wouldn't leave, or they would try and fight us. We had one pull a knife, and all three of us were armed. Like bro you might get one of us but you're going to get hit by a lot of rounds. He left we had to do a police report they found him on the other side of the property.

 

[jpop8807]

In 1984 and 85 I was working security at night clubs. From dance clubs to topless bars. My boss, who was also a local sheriff loaned me one of his nice pieces since I had a Texas state commission to carry a firearm on duty (I had to requalify every so often, last test was 145 pounts out of 150.) It was a Smith and Wesson Model 19 K-frame .357 Magnum with nickel plating and ivory oversized grips. Just shy of 3 pounds but shot like a dream. (Sure it was easy to pose with it and say, "I know what you are thinking. Did he shoot six or was it only five? Well, in all the excitement, I kind of lost count myself. Being that this is (in that movie) a forty-four magnum, the most powerful handgun in the whole world and could blow your head clean off, you have to be asking yourself one question.

Do I feel lucky? Well, do you, punk?")

At the topless bars, a few bikers would go outside and beat a guy into the hospital just because it was Thursday night. At one of the dance clubs, I had a few fights. One with a guy who was on some other substance besides booze. During the struggle, he got my gun off my sam browne because it was a snap-on holster. So, I picked him up off the ground and bounced his head on the carpeted ramp like it was a basketball.

That stunned him enough to get handcuffs on him and wait for the cops. I could imagine he woke up the next morning with some stitches and a headache and asking what happened. And a cop could say, well, you took on a guy twice your size, that's what happened. (I was 6' 6" 235 lbs of several different types of hand to hand combat. Now, many decades later, life has worn me down to a puny 6' 4".)

Another "encounter" was with a drunken bum looking for a night in a warm jail (it was 20 F in February.) So, he lunged for my left hip, which is where I carry a handgun.) I deftly waltzed out of the way and he bounced headlong into the decorative brick facade of the club and knocked himself silly and a club employee called the police and they took him to the drunk tank. Easy money.

But that club was one of the times in my life I was shot at. And another time, I was keeping a trouble maker out and he was backing his car toward the club and about to run me over. So, I pulled that flashy S&W and he decided it was better to call it an evening and leave, which was fine with me.

I know this all sounds incredible and we see so many people talking a big game. But it really did happen.

Heck, I even applied as a police officer for Richardson, Texas and got past the physical agility test just fine. Then, I realized, being clean as a whistle, I could actually become a cop. You have to want it bad enough and I did not want that job that bad, as good as it was.

I've done a few strip clubs. Here we haven't had many issues inside we have about 4 or 5 big unarmed and at the door we have two armed guards. Usually most of the issues we had were with people trying to sell drugs in the club or in the bathroom. The main strip club here I believe is owned by and old SF dude. He told his guards if anyone even talks about drugs in the club, they are done for the night.

Also, the drunks were always an issue always the small ones. The head of security there is the size of Sug Knight or whatever that dudes name was from deathrow records back in the day huge NFL linemen dude. And for some reason small drunk guys always tried fighting him lol.

When I was in Denver I spoke to one of the PD up there at a strip club saw lots of bikes and like 3 cop cars in the parking lot. I asked Rowdy bunch? He said no the bikers usually aren't a problem. It's the young wanna be gang bangers that go in there. Or start shit with a biker, and quickly find out that the bikers will finish it.

 

[jpop8807]

Been too long time since I got really knocked clean out. Haha! Probably do me good.

Funny you should say that. Last time I almost got into it at work. I was like man I haven't tasted my own blood in a while might teach me a lesson. The guy was like you're fucking weird and left. A ass whooping teaches everyone a lesson especially hard headed ex grunts. Now I'm older, and not the best in shape I might need oxygen on stand by lol.

 

[OREGUN]

Just caught this thread. You mention collecting disability. You should get to that first class medical ASAP. I’ve known more than one veteran who was disqualified from flying based on the same disability that was paying them post-service. Known several that weren’t too but if you have something that the .gov is willing to pay you for, they may not think you are qualified for a first class. That could change your plans pretty dramatically.

 

[lariat]

Been there, done that. Scary thing is, I am old but still able to swing. Which makes fighting me problematic.

If the other guy wins, he beat up an old man, which is nothing to crow about. If I win, then he got beat up by an old man and nothing to brag about, the less the said, the better. So, it's a win-win for me.

But I know you were being silly. I could see the twinkle in your eye.

You know what makes you? THE WINNER! If you are that old you know the song.

 

[jpop8807]

Just caught this thread. You mention collecting disability. You should get to that first class medical ASAP. I’ve known more than one veteran who was disqualified from flying based on the same disability that was paying them post-service. Known several that weren’t too but if you have something that the .gov is willing to pay you for, they may not think you are qualified for a first class. That could change your plans pretty dramatically.

Very true I need to jump on that. My CFI said the the same thing. He said before my solo go ahead and get a 1st class medical (which is required for voc rehab to start the flying part). Just to rule out anything.

 

[Ronws]

64You know what makes you? THE WINNER! If you are that old you know the song.

Awesome, thanks for bringing back memories. I was listening to Bobby Bare when he was the hot new thing.

As for as the old man thing, I actually had to use that on a guy who just turned 20 and he thought about and said, "I (meaning him) would lose, either way. Not worth it."

I smiled, we shook hands and got along just fine after that.

My other problem is that I studied a few different martial arts, starting with Kenpo Karate in 1977. Our scout master had a 5th degree black belt in Kenpo Karate and was teaching us scouts for free. Our assistant scoutmaster was an Army Ranger and he brought in his survival instructor who taught us how to live off the land. All kinds of fun stuff. Later, I would learn some Kung Fu, Jeet Kune Do, more classes in Tae Kwon Do and Aiki-Jujutsu (a hybrid of Aikido and Ju-Jutsu.)

And a twisted sense of humor. I have asked people of Krav Maga is Jew-Jujutsu.

My friend, Lee, was a second class petty officer in the Navy and served as a SEAL for three active combat tours from 1964 to 1969. Technically stationed in Da Nang, Vietnam, but he was directed to help the cambodians and laotions fight against the NVA and the Viet Cong and their commie chinese backers. (Don't let the commie news orgs lie to you, we were invited to be there.) He taught me a few moves but more importantly, the correct mindset. Do unto others first, then get away fast. Repeat as necessary. He had 9 confirmed sniper kills, huge amounts by means of his specialty, remote detonation of C4.

In other words, I fight dirty.