Nothing that I haven’t carried with me from the moment of my birth. Never underestimate the effectiveness of a swift thrust of the head into the bridge of someone’s nose.
But I did. Was actually very useful in avoiding violence. An idiot skinhead was threatening to kill me. I found and picked up a shard from a broken LP, and held it like it was a dagger. This gave him pause and let me disengage and I didn’t see him again.
Never, but sometimes I think I should have a weapon just in case. I don’t really want a gun, though. I like the idea of a telescopic baton. That’s Benjamin Linus’ signature weapon in Lost.
In my slum housing in a bad neighborhood in grades 3–9 I used my back pack as a weapon. I also used shingles as ninja stars. Just to get home. After my growth spirt people left me alone.
Never had to ,try not to put myself in situations that might require doing so.,
Although I did have a weapon in my hands at one time and would have used it if forced but it didn’t come to that.
No, I haven’t been in a fight in decades and that was fist-fighting as a youngster.
I was in a situation where I would carry mace and an iron bar to leave my apartment and get my mail (drug-addled unhinged neighbor) but I never had to use them.
I owned a gun at the time, but I locked it up off-site because the consequences of the lunatic getting possession of the weapon were a lot worse than the consequences of fighting him.
Yes. Mainly my body parts. Fists, hands, head, elbows, knees, and I will bite, if if comes to it.
Retractable baton, black jack, baseball bats, handcuffs, chairs, and pretty much whatever was around me.
Shotguns, and pistols, a couple dozen times. A knife, a few times.
Mace once. I won’t do that again… Blinded both of us…
I hit a dog with my skateboard once. Smacked the thing across the face with it. I was around 50 feet away walking home from the grocery store and a stupid pit that was let loose in the street started running at me so I popped it in the head.
No doubt that it would have bitten me. I just mashed up its nose a bit and it ran off. I would do it again.
To hold off bad guys from attacking my dad from behind I used a gun. It was dad’s gun he had tossed it to me so the guy he was fighting couldn’t get his hands on it. Dad was a cop but he had no idea he was being approached from behind. I held the gun on them until the cops showed up. They came to me and told me it was okay that they had it. Years later I asked dad if I was aiding a police officer, or helping my dad. He said I was helping my dad.