I'm no stranger to shots being fired at me. My whole adult life has been a series of ducks and weaves to avoid bullets, in times of war and peace. But I'd only been back on American soil for a few hours after being away for weeks. I couldn't figure out why someone would be trying to aerate me. Sure, I have enemies; people I've put in jail or pissed off or both. You'd have to form an orderly queue to organize all the people that had a grudge against me.
But how many would actually try to kill me?
Neville Hunt almost 5 years ago
I can think of two right now!