Once in college, some friends and I were screwing around and the next thing you know, there are cops everywhere and we're confused so we start walking the other way. So the cops start yelling and since I didn't know they were for us, the one if the front sees me spin around kind of fast to see what they are yelling at and he's got like 6 pounds of pull back on the trigger of his hollow-point loaded 9 mm which I can pretty much feel on my chest from the 25 feet or so away he and the rest of the cops were.
I managed not to piss, shit, barf or pass out. Very similarly to Asherdan's story, we got rolled, frisked, there was significant harsh language because this cop was pissed he almost killed me and then they let us go.
The only reason he let me go was that a year before I chased a dorm intruder for about 3/4 of a mile on foot and actually caught the guy but in the ensuing wrestling he asserted he was armed and I decided it would be better to let him go. I kind of regret that now, but I'd rather regret that then regret getting a huge scar in my gut. Anyhow, same cop responded to that one, big redheaded son-of-a-bitch, and he remembered me so we got a pass.
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