I asked my friend for his little pistol; he gave it without a word. I decided I would go to the end of the bar, and when this man comes near me to refill my drink, I'd ask, "Do you remember me? How does it feel to be the one looking down the barrel of a gun this time?" And that's what I did. But the man didn't say anything. He just walked away and reached behind some bottles and pulled out his own pistol. Fortunately, my cousin was there, and he leaped over the bar as the man brought the pistol up to fire, and they wrestled together for a few seconds before I heard the gun fire KAPOW