Last night was an eventful one, to be sure... Got out of my car at a late-night store, and was immediately confronted by a do-rag-wearing young punk, brandishing a butterfly knife. The Glock was out of reach, or I'd have used it, so I had to do things the old fashioned way, and ended up busting him up pretty good. No problem, I thought, I've been here before... Today, however, I'm struggling with second thoughts about maybe working him over more than I had to. I'm remorseful that I could've gained control of the situation with more control and less damage. I lost my temper a little, and despite knowing I was well within my rights to deal with it this way, or even worse, I'm feeling guilty about it. This is not a feeling I would have had in my somewhat younger years. Just trying to reconcile it in my mind now, and not enjoying the process... 






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