Was in am/pm getting a few of my favorite beverages and when I get back to my truck, there's some guy rifling through my dive gear in the back of the bed! I slowly walk up next to him, as he continues to throw my gear around... "Can I help you?" I ask. "Not unless you got any money..." He says. I literally could not believe this! He either didn't know it was my truck or he obviously didn't care... I told him to beat it, and he took a swing at me!!! I was so dumbfounded by this, that he actually landed the punch. That was it... He put his hands on me, which means you've basically signed your own death warrant, so I went to work on this idiot and needless to say he got the daylights knocked out of him, even though he pulled a knife on me. Yes, I said A KNIFE.
Here's the best part; I'm guessing he was kind of a homeless guy (he was dirty and smelled REALLY bad), so while I was beating him senseless, These ladies in the parking lot called the cops-- ON ME! When they get there, I had to explain everything and have them question some more sensible witnesses from in the store and across the street, who actually saw the guy hit me first and pull the knife. Which by the way, the paramedics promptly removed from his ***... Yes, I stabbed the guy in the *** with his own knife. What a mess-- Now I've got this fool's blood all over my Aquaman T-shirt.