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This upcoming weekend, I was supposed to play with a friend of mine for a veterans gig at Harley Davidson. Unfortunately, my buddy was attacked at his store early Saturday morning (night time actually), after midnight by thugs...two white guys and one black guy, about my height of 6 feet tall. My buddy isn't tall at all. They jumped him from behind and tried to rob him. And, of course, 3 against 1, and the one is small in stature... who the hell do you think won? They beat my buddy to a pulp. I asked him if he at least got in a few good punches. He said yes, he had to, he was fighting for his life. But, as he said, "once they got me on the ground, I didn't have a snowball's chance in hell of doing anything. They beat me, kicked me, stomped on my ribs, my face, everywhere they could inflict pain. Good thing is, since I keep my wallet in my front pocket, they could not get to it. So in essence, they beat me for nothing!"

They could have killed him, but thank God, he is alive and healing. He has a broken nose, and his left eye socket is broken, and bruised ribs, two black eyes. 3 against 1...coward sob's!

I told my buddy to get himself a gun because these fools didn't hesitate to hurt him badly! But, my buddy being the kind fella he is, said to me, "I think I would rather let them beat me up then to have to live the rest of my life klnow I killed somebody. I certainly do not have the same sentiment. My wife asked what I would do, and of course i told her, "If I were in his place, if I had a store, and somebody tried to jump me and I had a concealed weapons permit, i would not hesitate to shoot them all. She shook her head and said she didn't think I would do something like that, until I told her, "would you rather be a widow? Because that is exactly what could happen. My buddy thinks they were homeless assholes who live in the desert in that area.

When I was self-employed, and had my office on the corner of Montana and Dallas Steets, a short guy walk into my office when I was in my dark room,and he rifled through my desk looking for stuff to steal. I hear the noise, and looked out and see this guy going through my desk. I grabbed a knife and walked out and said, "Get the the hell out of here. He just looked at me and kept going through my desk. Again, I said, "get the hell out of here before I carve you into mince meat!" With all the balls in the world, he looks at me and says, "I heard you the first time!" Looked at the knife in my hands, and that I was bigger than he, and calmly just walked right out the front door as if he was just cruising by! Things can change in the blink of an eye had that fool decided to challenge me. And yes, I would not have hesitated to stab him to defend myself. I could see his eyes were glassy as if he ws stoned out of his mind. He didn't smell like beer or booze, but he was high as a kite. Thank God he walked out!

Carlos Prado

Carlos Prado

Posted on August 2, 2022
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July 25, 2022
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