They better not be touching my shit! Thats my chicken salt!

Yeah I've had a few attempts on old Davo. Remember that guy in the gaming post I called Crazy Bret whos mom shot him. He tried stabbing me with a kitchen knife one time. Luckily true to form he was drunk and i was able to subdue and disarm him.

Another time i was in a car and heard what sounded like rocks hitting my friends car. We took off cause you know getting rocks thrown at your car is no good. Turns out the trunk and rear three quarters panels had a dozen 22lr holes in them. Some asshole was shooting at us.

And then theres the time I was at a range in LA. Cease fire was called and i started walking down my lane to check my target and maybe change paper when i hear the distinctive crack of 5.56 and the zinging sound bullets make when they pass within a metre of your head. Some dipshit who didn't speak or understand english didnt put his rifle on the bench and step away with the chamber open and decided his lane was still hot. He couldn't shoot worth shit either so his rounds were going a few lanes over. Was partly a lazy range masters fault it even happened. But man they grabbed that guy and manhandled his ass out of there. Think they banned him.