Drunk and/or high folks don't always realize they are in the wrong apartment. There's a big difference between 4-5 college guys living in a dorm or so, and MY house. If I hear someone cooking downstairs, and my wife is with me in bed... and I can account for my toddler in his room (living quarters are upstairs) I am going down with a bit more than a flashlight. I would like something less than lethal (if they sound like they're cooking, they may not have ill intentions). I can't say the guy in an apron reeking of booze was about to attack me when I shot him in the back with 00 buck...
But if rocksalt is a myth anyway, then it's a moot point. Maybe just the sound of me chambering a load will get him to flee in terror, wondering why his apartment was invaded... the real fun would begin when he called the police on me, telling them it was his place
But if rocksalt is a myth anyway, then it's a moot point. Maybe just the sound of me chambering a load will get him to flee in terror, wondering why his apartment was invaded... the real fun would begin when he called the police on me, telling them it was his place

That's just friggin' mean, man. 
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