It was a very cold tonight, being it winter in New York City. Although it was cold and late, I had decided to take a walk at around 8:34 P.M. I suited up in my leather jacket and black gloves, as a precaution I took my .45 M1911 pistol. I bought it to be careful with what living in New York and what not. Anyway, I figured I would loop around and stop by the liquor store before they close, and along the way something happened that would change my life forever. I heard the sounds of what sounded like a woman yelling and crying, I thought I could leave and not worry about it, but knew I could never live with myself. As I took the corner and headed to the alley where the sounds were originating from, there was a woman that was trying to get away from a man that held her strongly and had a knife in one hand. With the other he was trying to hold her and strip her clothes from her at the same time.

“What the fuck is going on here?!?” I shouted

“You just bugger the fuck off man, this shit aint none of your business!” he shouted back, waving the knife my way.

“You don’t want to play this game with me fucktard!” I shouted, slowly undoing my .45 from my shoulder holster.

“Alright little man, I’ve had enough of this bullshit. Your dumbass should have just left when I gave you the chance!” He yelled coming at me with the knife.

“Alright fuckhead, if this is what you want!” slinging my .45 from my holster and steadied the sights on the asshole.

“Oh shit, look man I didn’t mean, just let me leave and you don’t have to worry about anything from me ever again!” He pleaded, I thought I saw tears in his pathetic eyes, I let him go.