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Date: March 08, 2007 09:24AM
Actually, I have a funny story to share.
Here in Portland, there's a downtown area referred to by the locals as "Faggot Alley."
It's a busy street next to the ball stadium, with restaurants, bars, and nightclubs that cater to all the nancies and their subversive culture.
In the midst of all this, there's a seafood restaurant that's been around for a hundred years, having their (yeah, that's right)...100th year celebration.
They were serving fresh steamed Dungeness crab that evening, all you can eat for $20, so I was down there in flash to join a couple of friends who called me to join them for food and drinks.
I never park my car downtown, especially on the street, so I left it at the upper parking lot at the Jaguar dealership, where there's a security patrol.
I hoofed it down a few blocks to the restaurant, and approached the entrance to the bar, where I was to meet my party.
Right outside the entrance, there's a bunch of fuckin' trannies sitting around an outside table sipping drinks and carrying on loudly, whistling at passerby and generally just being a pack of drunken fags.
As I walked by them, one of the ugliest ones of the bunch grabbed me by a belt loop and yanked me around, a considerable effort since I'm about 225lbs and a fairly sturdy 'ol military guy.
This took me quite by surprise, and before I could react, this ugly troll says "Hey, sailor! Buy me dinner!"Then asks me if there's a gun in my pocket, or if I was just glad to see him/her/whatever.
Well, being the sort who never travels far without my trusty Beretta 92F tucked under my waistband, I looked at 'em calmly, and then pulled open my jacket to reveal said sidearm.
I said"Nope! It's a gun."
Their faces kinda lost that alcohol induced glow, and pretty much quieted them down to say the least.
I went inside to have my dinner without further incident.
Edited 2 time(s). Last edit at 08/03/2007 09:28AM by 90130_.
