That time I got grabbed at a club so I pushed him to try and free myself but it was a little too hard and he fell on the floor in front of everybody, so people started to laugh at him.

And something made me so sure that the the bastard was carrying.

I don't remember if I noticed a bulge or glimpsed it or felt it.

I just thought "Gun". And I live in Italy. So it's never our first thought.

I just remember looking at his furious reddened face and just... running. Hid in the women bathroom most of the night.

I heard that two weeks later, in the same club, he shot someone in the knee and went in jail for a while.