Originally Posted by Bold Venture

I operated night clubs and an after hour club in NY so needles to say had my share of fights, and being 5?5? tall was almost always the first to be approached by some drunk looking to make an impression. However all those fights proved to be my saving grace because one fight I had, (not sure if this would qualify as a fight) happened a few years later, when I was robbed at gunpoint in my home. Can?t believe I opened the door so easily but I did and was greeted by a guy chambering a 9mm and shoved it in my face.

Tried to stay calm as he pistol whipped me up the stairs, then he said ok where?s the money and gimme the chain. What fuckin chain? The one around your neck. Then I realized this is a nickel and dime thief and the prick is gonna kill me, (no mask) it was either make a move now or die here.

Fortunately I had few bucks on my entertainment center not far from where we were standing, they money was folded in half so it looked like a big wad of dough and he had the gun really close to my face. I figured if I could break eye contact for a split second, I would duck under the gun and come up with as hard a punch I could deliver then run for it.

As I was unclasping the chain I was planning my next move, then he shoves the gun further into my neck, I was like yea mother fucker, push it in more so you have less leverage to shoot.

Took the chain off, reached out my hand, here?s the chain and there?s the fuckin money
(Pointing). As soon as he reached for the money I ducked under the gun, said to myself if you ever threw a hard punch now?s the time and came up with right cross that knocked him over the couch. Ran as fast as I could, no shoes or shirt on, jumped 2 flights of stairs, broke my hand a foot doing so, but made it outside. True story, the guy is serving 20 years.