"You see this gun?" He says pulling out MY gun from his back pocket. It's not yours honey. It's MINE. There's a difference! "I can kill you right now." Oh really? "Think I won't? Cause I will." I stared down at him eyeing my gun in his hands. "Your gonna have to beat me first. Because I'll kill you before you'll pull that trigger. Think I won't kill you? I've killed one person and I promise you, I WILL kill you. And that's a promise..." After today, this man, WILL BE DEAD.