This ain’t one of those “tales from the great beyond” situations. We’re just talking here.
We used to be close. He and his brother used to come over to the house and do yard work. We went to ball games. I’d bust his balls.
A few weeks ago, he just walked up, pulled out a pistol, and held it right up against my forehead. He was shaking like a leaf. Then he shot me in the leg.
Goes to show. People can still surprise you sometimes.