Guess what the one thing I left there was? Paperwork I needed for the Where do you think you’re gonna put a tree that big Christmas shirt, which had come the day before. I forgot to check for mail that had arrived between my leaving and moving. It all worked out, but I never have forgotten how helpless I felt, in that basement bedroom, facing the barrel of that gun, knowing that he could shoot me, and with no witness, nothing would be done. Knowing that he knew that. Knowing that if someone points their gun at you, they are willing to kill you. And knowing that anything I might try to do to protect myself, even after being shot, would just be considered more justification for his shooting me.