An off duty firefighter goes to a bar. Hangs one on. Gets a snoot full. Sauced. Blitzed. Crocked. Gassed. Hammered. Lagered up. Plowed. Polluted. Stinko. Tanked up. Trashed. Yoopered. One too many.
Being a responsible drinking member of society, he calls a cab. Good story so far.
The cab drops him off at the wrong house. Things start going south. Mucked up. Bass ackwards. Fubar.
It's 9:30 at night in Texas. You're a conscientious drunk but you're still drunk. You're at the wrong house. You're trying to get in. You're standing at the door with keys that don't work. WTF.
Grandma caps your ass.
The 64 year old woman told deputies the man didn’t listen and then tried to gain entry to the home. The woman opened fire through the door and then called 911.
The man was later identified as 27-year-old Sam Keen, a firefighter for the Houston Fire Department. He lived next door to the 64 year old woman.
We don't know how many times granny shoot Sam through the locked door. Just enough to kill him.
Quote from the article that makes no sense:
"No one did anything wrong. It was just a confluence of events that provoked a tragedy," Mayor Parker said.
Nope. Nothing wrong. Move along people. No rubber necking.
If nothing was done wrong, why is a 27 year old man with a wife dead? Why is it alright to shoot someone through a wall or a door?
If she had missed him or only wounded him, would you say he had a right to stand his ground and shoot back?
A classic case of everyone being ... dead right.
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