The first time it was used on me I was shirtless, bleeding profusely from a split-open cheek, pissed beyond measure, and standing in front of a lieutenant who was proving to be every bit as psychotic as his reputation claimed he was.
He had narrow little ferret eyes, sharp nose, and a severe boot camp-like buzz cut he sported in the very thin hope he would be mistaken for an army officer in the bars around Ft. Devens. Instead of a glorified prison guard. Which is what he was.
That kind of guy was perpetually irate and I was making it infinitely worse by not giving him what he wanted. That I couldn’t give him what he wanted meant nothing to him and just pushed him closer to all out fury.
Finally he broke, could take my intransience no longer, came up with the ultimate threat, “Hey, asshole, you know that three…
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