Believe me all the bad scenarios came to my thoughts as the night wore on, not the least of which was having the weapon turned on me. I considered coming at him with my pink, electric tennis racket, but if the batteries failed I'd have been a bigger target wielding a yiny, pink tennis racket in an alley late at night. Even the old dude probably would have got in a few whacks.
As far as him coming at me - I kept about 15 feet away and I was cocked and ready to go for the fences.
As far as him coming at me - I kept about 15 feet away and I was cocked and ready to go for the fences.






