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July 2004....I was in a very remote area in a new neighborhood. Not many people really had much of a reason to be there except for me.
A car load of "south of the bordereans" ended up parking right in front of the house I was working on and got out. They were spying my work trailer, car, looking toward the house, and most all of them were drunk (or well on their way)
I figured they could have pretty much done what they wanted, and nobody would have found me for days.
Bought my first pistol two weeks later, and got my permit shortly after that.
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