i tell ya shadow..it was one of those instinct moments. i was only a kid, but ive always been calm underthreat...which isnt always good for me lol. once i was in art colledge and this lad, im now currently teaching broadsword to, picked up my knife....a proper knife and held it millimeters from my eye. you can guess i was scared....damn straight, but i knew that if i moved he would stab me by accident, the best thing to do was stay really still and tell him to stop messing around. he still does stupid things today. things like that rarely scare me.....it's showing my illusatrations off and working tills that scares me. Oh man this is funny, there was this one time....while in uni i worked in a sci-fi store called forbiddon planet international. i had just been working teh till which was messing up and i was panicking....finally got off it and began to tidy teh graphic novels when this man stood next to me drops something heavy.....i look down because it hit's my trainers, and there on my foot is a hand gun. what do i do....i look up at him, he's not a man but a stupid studant and calmly i say "put it away" in a voice which makes him look pathetic. he stoops down, snatches it up, hiding it in his pocket and runs off. and my heart didnt even skip a beat. it wasnt untill three days later i discoverd it was only a detailed replica sold by a market stall across town. the other staff trout themselves when my mother let it slip.
