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TRUE PSYCHO-
I lived in a complex across Sharpstown Mall. Our unit became realy close and we always partied together, plus a lot of "romance" existed. There was a Viet Nam vet who was into heavy drugs and alcohol, plus he was about 5 years older than the majority of us. One evening after a FULL day of Bar-B-Qing and just really taking the weekend to the limit everyone decided to hit Rockefellers. I don't know WHY I stayed home. Someone came knocking at my door and it was the vet. I wouldn't let him in.
He was pounding and yelling so I started calling EVERYONE but noone answered... I was scared _________!!! This went on for about an hour. I didn't even THINK of calling the police-don't ask me why, I have no idea. Finally, I reached a friend and within 30 minutes most of the guys came back and tried to talk him down.
He was in the bushes with a gun. He thought he was back in Viet Nam.
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