Wife had been friends with a guy in high school and he was returning from Iraq and invited us over to hang out when he got back(I had gone to the range with him before, seemed like an alright guy). For the story we will call him Mike. He mentioned something about having gotten a 1911 from a friend and asked if I'd look it over and let him know if he got a good deal.
A week or so later mike is back and we go over to hang out, have a few drinks. He gets up to go to the bathroom and returns with the 1911. I tell him I'll look at it another time, we've both had half a dozen beers in a couple hours but I'm getting to the point where I'm not going to risk driving so I know I don't want someone in the same condition handling a firearm. He said he made sure it wasn't loaded(still not feeling comfortable because I didn't confirm it myself). I said I couldn't give him an accurate assumption without taking it to the range so just put it up and we'll get it out when we are sober. He continues to rack the slide and sweep the room. At this point I'm furious. In a raised voice I demand that he put the f***ing gun down. I didn't wait for him to react so I place my left hand over the slide and force it towards the ground. I then heard the unmistakable sound of the firearm discharging. I remember the smell of the powder and feeling cold. Looked at my hand in shock and only saw red. I couldn't feel pain, my hand just felt cold. The wife asked if she should call 911 and I said no, just drive me to the ER(was just thinking about the bill and didn't know if I'd ever see any money out of this guy). A rather larger friend of mine who had come with my wife and I picked up the gun and said he'd wait there until police arrived. He called us at the hospital, asked how I was and said that shortly after I left mike tripped and fell into the door. Don't know if I believe it or not being that he ended up with a broken nose, broken jaw, and bruised ribs. On the other hand, those doors can really get you sometimes...
I know its worthless without a pic but figured I'd let you guys decide if a pic should be posted or not. Not too gory but not pretty either.
A week or so later mike is back and we go over to hang out, have a few drinks. He gets up to go to the bathroom and returns with the 1911. I tell him I'll look at it another time, we've both had half a dozen beers in a couple hours but I'm getting to the point where I'm not going to risk driving so I know I don't want someone in the same condition handling a firearm. He said he made sure it wasn't loaded(still not feeling comfortable because I didn't confirm it myself). I said I couldn't give him an accurate assumption without taking it to the range so just put it up and we'll get it out when we are sober. He continues to rack the slide and sweep the room. At this point I'm furious. In a raised voice I demand that he put the f***ing gun down. I didn't wait for him to react so I place my left hand over the slide and force it towards the ground. I then heard the unmistakable sound of the firearm discharging. I remember the smell of the powder and feeling cold. Looked at my hand in shock and only saw red. I couldn't feel pain, my hand just felt cold. The wife asked if she should call 911 and I said no, just drive me to the ER(was just thinking about the bill and didn't know if I'd ever see any money out of this guy). A rather larger friend of mine who had come with my wife and I picked up the gun and said he'd wait there until police arrived. He called us at the hospital, asked how I was and said that shortly after I left mike tripped and fell into the door. Don't know if I believe it or not being that he ended up with a broken nose, broken jaw, and bruised ribs. On the other hand, those doors can really get you sometimes...
I know its worthless without a pic but figured I'd let you guys decide if a pic should be posted or not. Not too gory but not pretty either.
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