Had a very interesting time this week. My local neighbourhood pot dealer and I had a bit of an argument.
OK so I smoke a little pot now and again. Those who know me, know all about my mental health issues and know that I use pot to sleep without night terrors. Anyway, not really the point and I don't want to open up the floor to a debate on the wrong and rights of using natures bounty.
The guy kept ripping me off all the time, and being an easy going kinda guy, I let it slide.
A couple of days ago, my delivery was way under weight again and I complained, to which I got the expected abuse and threats. No problem, I'm old enough and ugly enough to look after myself. Next thing I know he's phoned my wife and threatened to come round with a sword to kill our children and burn the house down.
I've got through most of the last 44 years, using my wits to stay out of trouble and avoid confrontation. I've always walked away from a fight. I've always been a path of least resistance kinda guy, but there are some lines you shouldn't cross.
This guy is only about 23 but thinks he's some big time crim.
So donning my leather (a bit of padding at least) I picked up my trusty Halfords hammer and set off around the corner to go and threaten him a bit. I'm not a hard man and never have been, I may be the class clown, But I'de like to think that I can at least look like one scary mother
f@@@er when I have to.
He came out of the house with a short samuri sword in one hand and a junior baseball bat in the other! Now, I hate people using knives to scare people. My old dad used to say never threaten anyone with a weapon you aren't prepared to use.
Oh bugger, what to do now?
Fortunately, he was only a few feet away when he made the classic mistake of raising his arms out to the side and screeming come on then! Well I wasn't going to miss my only opportunity to close the distance on him and make it more difficult to use them. Been a long time since I trained in 'internal security' with 42 commando (23 years ago). Even then the self defense bit was a little comical. But I guess I must have remembered something.
So I managed to get the little bugger in a headlock whilst holding both his wrists. His mate is lunging at me with a garden fork and his 2 alsations are trying to get me, but as with most dogs, all bark and no bite. I think he beats them to make them agressive, but all he's done is make them scared of people.
Suffice it to say that he didn't want to let go of his weapons and a rap over the kneecap with the hammer wasn't going to change his mind.
So I hit him hard in the head with my little hammer which loosened his grip, as well as some of his scalp.
Having the knife now, I managed to twist the baseball bat from him too. As I've said, I'm not generally given to violence, so once I'd disarmed him I kept my cool and whilst being threatened by his mates and his two alsations, made a strategic withdrawel back to my house. On reflection, perhaps if I had stuck him with his own sword, he might have learnt a valuable lesson.
Well as expected the boys in blue appeared minutes later, put me in handcuffs and took me away. Aressted for wounding with intent and GBH
12 bloomin hours in a cell
This guy is well known to the police as a dealer and general scumbag. They beleived my wife and I about the threats against our kids. Even told me they might have done the same. One of the detectives even said it was a shame I hadn't hit him harder. He also told me to buy my pot elsewhere in future.
Problem is, I went to his house and took a weapon with me.
So I was lumped with a caution for ABH and released, still wearing the silly blue paper suit they'd put me in as they'd lost the keys to the storage room.
scumbag drug dealer walked off (limped off)scot free
I know what I did was wrong, but I'd do it all again to protect me and mine. Not sure what I could have done different. I still beleive I should have the right to defend my family, even if that means getting in first before he has had the opportunity to hurt them.
Perhaps if we all stood up to be counted, our estates might be a safer place.
If we could get medical licenses to grow in the UK like some of the US states, then I wouldn't have to mix with orrid people.
Rant over, carry on chaps
