A friend of mine, Dave, who carries a firearm, broke down in one of the less desirable parts of town. While I was on my way to render assistance, he was approached by man who asked him for a quarter. Being the nice kind of guy he is, Dave said sure, and started to dig for change. While he was digging in his pocket, he saw the glint of a knife blade as it was being drawn from the manÂ’s jacket. Dave immediately drew his weapon and pointed it at the manÂ’s head, and told him to drop the knife, which, of course, the man immediately did. Dave then told the man to come closer. The man, fearful of what might be about to happen hesitated to do so, and Dave assured him he was not going to be hurt. The man then came a little closer, Dave told him to hold out his hand, the man reluctantly did so, and Dave handed him a quarter. Told him to leave the knife there and move on. The man then tried to act friendly and endear himself to Dave. Dave told him not to push it, and to be glad he was still alive. The man nodded his head and walked away. All while he had the man at gunpoint.
As you can well guess Dave is one of the most interesting and enigmatic people I, or anyone else could know, but one could never ask for a better, more dedicated, friend
