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On The Beat – The Real Blue Line
His left hand was jammed down the front of his pants, his right was leveled out and pointing two fingers at me sideways as if holding a mock pistol, and he was yelling “I’m gonna’ kill you, mother*$@&, I’m gonna’ shoot yo’ ass!” at the top of his lungs over and over. He was an idiot, but at least he let me know where we stood.
Sweat glistened around his eyes and was amplified by the sun shining on his face, putting the direct light at my back. “At least I have that going for me,” I thought as the hammer on my .45 slowly crept back, closer and closer to the point of release…and therefore of no return. As soon as he pulls up that left hand I knew there would be a profound fork in the road of my life…and that’s how quick it happens.
In the two seconds it took to process what I’d been told, what I’d seen as he jumped out and reached down into his belt, and what he was saying he was going to do to me, I was also thinking forward about the rest more »
