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Good Evening. It is I, Vampire Gerbil.
I'm sorry it's been so long since I replied here, but my it still hurts to be at the computer (took 2 percocets, two Somas) so let's see how long I can last.
First off, thanks to Kamikazimojo (he spells his name wrong) for letting anyone that gives a rat's tushy that I'm still alive.
I still am, in fact!
Anyhow, that past few months were a real fog to me. I went to the hospital 4 times in about 6 weeks. Nothing too major but someone had to help. I was given many narcotics and antidepressants (I've been diagnosed with Post Traumatic Stress disorder...... Been seeing ghosts of people I've seen die, one I was responsible for. It was legal, but let's leave the details out, k?. The meds finally kicked in and that's not a big problem anymore. In fact, I used to have nightmares waking up in a cold sweat, screaming, pratically every night. Now I don't dream anymore.
I miss some of the dreams cuz this one time? I was at band camp, with these 2 girls? And one had a flute? And it had two ends? and....
never mind
So my head's pretty much back to "normal", for me, at least.
The arthritis is still kicking the willies outta me! (Is willies a racist term? If so, pick your own word that's PC.) The gout turns oat to probably not be gout, but probably arthritis just moving along my body, saying "Hello, do you like pain?" I think that's what's going on in my left foot. First it was a toe, now it's the ankle. I also can barely rotate my right shoulder.
OK, that's enough whining... Enough people asked, so I felt that I should answer... even if it IS like a year later. I sincerely thank you for those of you who responded to the posts about me, and I also thank the people that didn't post, but said "Hope he gets better or something.
As for what I been doing in my social life, I got me a really painful tattoo!
If you go to: http://www.vampiregerbil.com/tattoos/index.html
look at the last row, you'll see the firefighters raising the flag at Ground Zero There's 3 times I have to go there, and I'm going for the third part tomorrow to get all the details in it.
That little Taz Marine at the end is actually has the brand new bayonet the Marines are being issued. (Look for the saw teeth)
I'm pretty positive I'm the first guy inked with the new bayonet.
Of course, to have this done properly, I had to walk in with my AR-15 with that bayonet attached, so he knew where it goes and what it looks like.
I gotta try that in California one day and see how long before the Cops show up!
Anyhow, I was also carrying my .45 on my hip and the tat artist asked about it.
I told him it's there in case I hear him say "Whoops!"
Saturday, the 26th (I think) of September '04, by youngest daughter entered a beauty Pageant. She didn't win but I think it was due to some laziness on her part. She needed to write an essay (she coulda gave it to me to "FLUFF UP" AND SHE ALSO DIDN'T SEND IN a photograph of herself.
I think the judges took those two omissions personally and she didn't even get a trophy. The one that won looked like Saddam Hussein's sister!
Other than that, that's all I been doing. I'm waiting for a Yea or Nay on my SSD. I want to work so bad... half of my mental crap started cuz I couldn't work anymore... if you're 44 and in that position, you know how emasculating that can be.
Anyhow, sorry this wasn't filled with goofiness and fun. I'll work on it, but I just wanted to explain what's going on with me in the past few months.
Also, the fact that Ashes mentioned my ass sorta kickstarted my heart.
(j/k Ashes... as with everyone, thanks again!!)
I also wanna thank Kamakazimojo if I forgot for being my ambassador to the knife world.
Can you believe that he was at the Busse booth at Blade West and the guy behind the counter says (due to K's nametag "I recognize your name for the forums. You're VG's friend, aren't ya?"
That stuff cracks me up!
OK, til the next shipment of drugs come in on Monday,
I remain,
VG
One PS that ya might find interesting, stupid, fearless, whatever.
I'm just copying hat I wrote to Front Sight about an incident that happened a few weeks back
And now I quotesth:
In a message dated 9/24/04 5:32:57 AM, you wrote:
<<Dear Front Sight,
I would like to relate what happened to me approximately 3 weeks ago in Las Vegas. I needed some parts and found myself having to park in a somewhat darkened parking lot.
I stepped out of my car and noticed two people leaning against the side of the building, but was relatively unconcerned due to the fact that I had worked as an armed bodyguard for about 3 years and then armed response for about a year. I was used to being in places that I would not take my wife, and I was also carrying my 1911 on my right hip.
When I started for the entrance, these two people were looking at me but didn't move. I gave them a wide berth as I passed them.
I entered the store, purchased goods and left the store. Remembering the 2 people outside, I had my package and car keys in my left hand and used the automatic "trunk open" setting on my car's remote, keeping my eyes on the two people. I dropped the package into the trunk and closed it. Next I remotely unlocked the car's door while at the same time one of the people began to approach me. I placed my keys back into my pocket and faced him. He said, "Yo, man, I bet you ain't never seen anything like this. As he said this, I clearly saw him remove a dagger from its scabbard and continued towards me.
Without consciously thinking, I raised my shirt, and placed my hand on the grip of my .45. I then said, "YOU, WITH THE KNIFE! STOP RIGHT NOW!" He stopped while saying I didn't "need that, man" and stood his ground. I then forcefully told him to go back to the wall and stay there until I left the parking lot. During this time, I had decided that if he took one more step, my weapon would be out, trained on his chest. Had he taken a step after that, I would have fired. I was watching his friend throughout this peripherally.
Luckily for the knife bearer and myself, he took my instructions to heart and walked back to his original position.
Since I live in Pahrump, I had plenty of time to ponder what had happened. My first thought was that had I not gone through Front Sight's 4 days Defensive Handgun Course, things might have turned out much differently. That night I was operating purely on instinct taught to me by Front Sight.
I felt that without that training, I might have just plain fired, or allowed to get close enough to me to hurt me badly since the blade was about 6 inches long.
In closing, I would like to thank Front Sight for their excellent training so I kept my head, and basically ended whatever he had planned by using "command presence" and the sight of my weapon.
With sincere thanks,
I remain,
Vampire Gerbil (not really,but I don't say my full name here unless it's important)
I'm sorry it's been so long since I replied here, but my it still hurts to be at the computer (took 2 percocets, two Somas) so let's see how long I can last.
First off, thanks to Kamikazimojo (he spells his name wrong) for letting anyone that gives a rat's tushy that I'm still alive.
I still am, in fact!
Anyhow, that past few months were a real fog to me. I went to the hospital 4 times in about 6 weeks. Nothing too major but someone had to help. I was given many narcotics and antidepressants (I've been diagnosed with Post Traumatic Stress disorder...... Been seeing ghosts of people I've seen die, one I was responsible for. It was legal, but let's leave the details out, k?. The meds finally kicked in and that's not a big problem anymore. In fact, I used to have nightmares waking up in a cold sweat, screaming, pratically every night. Now I don't dream anymore.
I miss some of the dreams cuz this one time? I was at band camp, with these 2 girls? And one had a flute? And it had two ends? and....
never mind
So my head's pretty much back to "normal", for me, at least.
The arthritis is still kicking the willies outta me! (Is willies a racist term? If so, pick your own word that's PC.) The gout turns oat to probably not be gout, but probably arthritis just moving along my body, saying "Hello, do you like pain?" I think that's what's going on in my left foot. First it was a toe, now it's the ankle. I also can barely rotate my right shoulder.
OK, that's enough whining... Enough people asked, so I felt that I should answer... even if it IS like a year later. I sincerely thank you for those of you who responded to the posts about me, and I also thank the people that didn't post, but said "Hope he gets better or something.
As for what I been doing in my social life, I got me a really painful tattoo!
If you go to: http://www.vampiregerbil.com/tattoos/index.html
look at the last row, you'll see the firefighters raising the flag at Ground Zero There's 3 times I have to go there, and I'm going for the third part tomorrow to get all the details in it.
That little Taz Marine at the end is actually has the brand new bayonet the Marines are being issued. (Look for the saw teeth)
I'm pretty positive I'm the first guy inked with the new bayonet.
Of course, to have this done properly, I had to walk in with my AR-15 with that bayonet attached, so he knew where it goes and what it looks like.
I gotta try that in California one day and see how long before the Cops show up!
Anyhow, I was also carrying my .45 on my hip and the tat artist asked about it.
I told him it's there in case I hear him say "Whoops!"
Saturday, the 26th (I think) of September '04, by youngest daughter entered a beauty Pageant. She didn't win but I think it was due to some laziness on her part. She needed to write an essay (she coulda gave it to me to "FLUFF UP" AND SHE ALSO DIDN'T SEND IN a photograph of herself.
I think the judges took those two omissions personally and she didn't even get a trophy. The one that won looked like Saddam Hussein's sister!
Other than that, that's all I been doing. I'm waiting for a Yea or Nay on my SSD. I want to work so bad... half of my mental crap started cuz I couldn't work anymore... if you're 44 and in that position, you know how emasculating that can be.
Anyhow, sorry this wasn't filled with goofiness and fun. I'll work on it, but I just wanted to explain what's going on with me in the past few months.
Also, the fact that Ashes mentioned my ass sorta kickstarted my heart.
(j/k Ashes... as with everyone, thanks again!!)
I also wanna thank Kamakazimojo if I forgot for being my ambassador to the knife world.
Can you believe that he was at the Busse booth at Blade West and the guy behind the counter says (due to K's nametag "I recognize your name for the forums. You're VG's friend, aren't ya?"
That stuff cracks me up!
OK, til the next shipment of drugs come in on Monday,
I remain,
VG
One PS that ya might find interesting, stupid, fearless, whatever.
I'm just copying hat I wrote to Front Sight about an incident that happened a few weeks back
And now I quotesth:
In a message dated 9/24/04 5:32:57 AM, you wrote:
<<Dear Front Sight,
I would like to relate what happened to me approximately 3 weeks ago in Las Vegas. I needed some parts and found myself having to park in a somewhat darkened parking lot.
I stepped out of my car and noticed two people leaning against the side of the building, but was relatively unconcerned due to the fact that I had worked as an armed bodyguard for about 3 years and then armed response for about a year. I was used to being in places that I would not take my wife, and I was also carrying my 1911 on my right hip.
When I started for the entrance, these two people were looking at me but didn't move. I gave them a wide berth as I passed them.
I entered the store, purchased goods and left the store. Remembering the 2 people outside, I had my package and car keys in my left hand and used the automatic "trunk open" setting on my car's remote, keeping my eyes on the two people. I dropped the package into the trunk and closed it. Next I remotely unlocked the car's door while at the same time one of the people began to approach me. I placed my keys back into my pocket and faced him. He said, "Yo, man, I bet you ain't never seen anything like this. As he said this, I clearly saw him remove a dagger from its scabbard and continued towards me.
Without consciously thinking, I raised my shirt, and placed my hand on the grip of my .45. I then said, "YOU, WITH THE KNIFE! STOP RIGHT NOW!" He stopped while saying I didn't "need that, man" and stood his ground. I then forcefully told him to go back to the wall and stay there until I left the parking lot. During this time, I had decided that if he took one more step, my weapon would be out, trained on his chest. Had he taken a step after that, I would have fired. I was watching his friend throughout this peripherally.
Luckily for the knife bearer and myself, he took my instructions to heart and walked back to his original position.
Since I live in Pahrump, I had plenty of time to ponder what had happened. My first thought was that had I not gone through Front Sight's 4 days Defensive Handgun Course, things might have turned out much differently. That night I was operating purely on instinct taught to me by Front Sight.
I felt that without that training, I might have just plain fired, or allowed to get close enough to me to hurt me badly since the blade was about 6 inches long.
In closing, I would like to thank Front Sight for their excellent training so I kept my head, and basically ended whatever he had planned by using "command presence" and the sight of my weapon.
With sincere thanks,
I remain,
Vampire Gerbil (not really,but I don't say my full name here unless it's important)
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