I was sitting in a pool hall a few years ago, and some kid came up to me asking to see the knife I carrying in my boot. (A run of the mill boot knife) He started carrying on, getting on my nerves something awful, then the dumbass flattens his hand on the counter, and dares me to stab it with my knife. (Yes, he had been drinking, and so had I.)

At first, I just chuckled and turned away, but the persistent little sh!t kept going, said I was 'afraid' to do it. Don't ask me why! The kid was a bit on the stupid side; he was like 18 at the time, but bloody STUPID! (Either that, or he elephant balls)

Anyway, after the name calling I was pissed, so I firmly grabbed my knife, and ran it through his hand as he requested, lol! Tough kid, though...He didn't make a sound; he just stood there looking at me smiling. It took a bit to get it out of his hand, and oddly enough, we actually became pretty good friends after this.

I don't know if he was trying to show me how tough he was, or what, but it certainly got my attention.

Isn't funny how sh!t turns out?

I would have never let this kid in the circle had he not did what he did. It wasn't the stupidity that impressed me, it was how he took it! :thumbsup:

I'll never forget that night, and I'll never forget my new found friend, and I'll always be there for the little bastard when/if he needs me...

Btw, he took a few stitches, and I was more than happy to take him to the hospital, lol! We told them he was playing that game where you spread your hand on a table, then take a knife, and try to hit 'between' your fingers as fast as you can.

Yup, he missed, Doc!