While sometimes it can get really scary, a lot of times it's just plain fun.
I did the Citizens Police Academy last fall, and we got one night of firearms training: 12 rounds with their standard issue .45s.
I'd never held a gun in my hand before. This is my paper:

Instructor said I would have done even better if I hadn't kept looking to see how well I'd done. That would push me off a bit.
A few days later I was showing the paper to one of my street friends. We were on the sidewalk. Bad Boy w/saggy pants/red underwear was sitting on HIS porch. Curiosity got the better of him. He came up to us and asked, "You did that?"
I said, "Yeah. First time I ever even held a gun."
His eyes got really wide and he sort of hung his head low. He said, "Wow. That's good."
I said, "Yep."
And he slunk away.
That could be why he's so scared of me.

The younger ones are easy to psych out. It's the older ones -- the ones who've spent some time in prison already -- they are the ones that I really need to watch out for. Fortunately most of what we have around here are young. Every once in a while the older ones poke their noses into things -- so I knew trouble was afoot when I saw the older faces last week.
I had a nice bike ride this afternoon -- gorgeous evening, along the river path. On my way back I did another pass on their side of the street. Got home, put my bike away, sat back down on my porch, and no sooner had I sat down than two cruisers came by, real slow. Had absolutely nothing to do with me. But the boyz don't know that. Poof. The boyz disappear. Like magic!
Nothin' on tv that's more entertaining than this.
Originally posted by exComptonCop
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