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   From: HaShem@comcast.net   
      
   (Wow! Fucking tornadoes. Like man has never seen before.)   
      
   I told George about all the guns I owned....   
      
   He said he could get a gun for me. He knew someone at Dominic's.   
   "How about a Strat and/or a GTO?" He laughed and said,"No. I can't   
   do that."   
      
   He set up the buy. And we went to the bar....   
      
   It was  357 revolver 6 inch barrel. Old.  The guy who sold it to me   
   said; "It has three bullets in the cylinder. That's all you should need."   
   (Being set up?)   
      
   I put it in my bedroom bureau draw. One night when I was smashed   
   I sat on the bed, a small bedroom so I could reach to open the draw.   
   I got the gun out, cocked the hammer back, had it hanging down over   
   my right knee, leaning over, thinking; "Do I want to kill myself?"   
      
   (Setup?)   
      
   I thought and thought about my drinking and way of thinking...   
      
   The answer was no. I'll get help at Baldpate. I moved to put the   
   gun back into the draw and accidentally pulled the trigger. It fell   
   on an empty chamber.   
      
   If it had gone off....I don't know what I would have done......   
      
   I applied to Baldpate. Supposed to be three weeks live in. But   
   they cleared me it two weeks....   
      
   Sobered up.....   
      
   We were outside, and my brother came by and showed me his   
   new Glock....   
      
   My license had eXpired....   
      
   I got the 357 and went to a range with him....   
      
   The gun was 'shaving' the rounds......   
      
   I renewed my license, and George applied for a new one. We both   
   got one. I bought a Ruger 357 Security Six revolver, 4 inch barrel.   
   Heavy stainless steel gun...   
      
   George bought nothing....   
      
   But could have...   
      
   I Joined the "Cape Ann Gun Club" in Gloucester MA,,,   
      
   I bought a 44 Magnum, four inch barrel. And a reloading press....   
      
   My  brother and I were at the range. I was using reloads in the 44....   
      
   My brother was standing next to me with his Glock....   
      
   One round I shot from the 44....I said, "holy shit!" A flame a lot longer   
   and the gun 'kicked' over my head...   
      
   My brother said, "What was that?"   
      
   I turned and said, "Overload obviously".....   
      
   I eventually sold that gun....   
      
   1985+/-   
      
   George's mother dies.....   
      
   George moved into the apartment across the hall after his mother   
   died. More times together. He was always over my place when he   
   lived with his mother....   
      
   She got pissed he was leaving her alone so much.....   
      
   George said he was falling in love with me. I met his close friend   
   from CA. A mortician, Charley. He was gay.   
      
   Made some 'cracks' I didn't like....   
      
   George had the keys to my place. And I had his keys, so I could   
   get the dog out. He was usually fast asleep. He took care of   
   Blossom during the day, as I was at work 3 to 11. He 9 to 5....   
      
   George had an IQ of 145, Mine...off the chart, I like to think....   
   I told him about the chess problem I had published. He said; "Do   
   you know how much respect I have for anyone who can do that?"   
   (Made me squirm.)   
      
   1989...   
      
   George and I see the see a crop marking being shown....   
      
   We speculated about it. At one point he said; "Oh yeah. You're   
   the one." I don't remember if I told him about the 1955 marking....   
      
   I talked mechanical? He talked brush....   
      
   And he talked interbreeding.....   
   "Look at the sloping and flat foreheads humans have. Same as our   
   progenitors." He said....   
      
   We started DRI.....Deist Research Institute.....on that premise....   
   And the premise markings are the work of the legions of HaShem....   
   And John for, "Suichomicidal" Muslims......   
      
   I eXpound on it....all....   
      
   And Lo & Behold. A gay guy, Ted, moves into the apartment that   
   was left empty with the moving of Maureen. Best fuck I ever had.   
      
   George befriended Ted right away...,   
      
   I'm thinking 'setup'....   
      
   "Something is going on here,"   
      
   Weeks later George was over Ted's. I was at my 16k Radio   
   Shack computer. 51/4" hard drive. Ted came into my apartment   
   and said he and George were thinking of moving. Would I want   
   to. I went over there and told George I don't want to move. Tried   
   like hell to convince me. I refused and went back to my apartment....   
      
   Ted came back over about five minutes later and said; "George   
   is crying like a baby."   
      
   "Oh cripe." I said...   
      
   I went over there.....   
      
   It was pitiful...   
      
   Needless to say....I caved.....   
      
   Next....   
      
   The "Third Gun"   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)