I was first at the butt end of a revolver back in 1955 A.D. (while I was in the third womb, all three chosen solely by God Himself). As the prophecy of Daniel states, "his heart shall be stirred". That same revolver was a basic menace to my life until the time I had my right shoulder blown out with a sawed-off shotgun not long after spitting that blood as stated back in this quatrain from the 1500's. At times I was told, as a minor, to use it, and I did. I didn't know who actually shot me that first time until the evening of April 11, 2011 A.D. They say a criminal always comes back to the place of his crime. In this case, it panned out just that way.
But as for lying in a cell and having someone come to the gate and shoot a ten year old with a .45 automatic into the thorax, then have the bullet ricochet off the wall back through said same thorax, I was carried out spitting blood. (and some c.30 miles from a major city which is watered by two rivers)
