New jacket
I had just bought a new jacket. So new that I hadn't tested it to determine whether or not I should cut off the draw string about the waist. I normally test my clothing and gear for weeks if not months before I wear it in the street. (Read anal)
That night I received a call from my mom's neighbor. She was frantic and insistent that I check my mom's house out, that a light was on in her house and my mom was supposed to be at my brother's house. I tried to convince the neighbor to call the Sheriff's Office.., minimum response time-45 minutes.
I lost.
It was cold that night so instead of putting on my tried and true but really worn out jacket, I put on the new one.keep me warmer. I tied the drawstring in the small of my back, did one test draw. I was packing a Colt GM with two spare mags.
I arrived at my mom's house, cussing the cold, the neighbor, and then the fact that the spare bedroom window was partly open. I saw that the side gate to the rear yard was partly open and I parked my car so that it could act as a bullet catcher (hopefully) between the gate and the bedroom window, then I shined the maglite on the window. I saw some light flickering in the window so I put my hand on the GM grip.
All of the sudden the gate to my left moved, I drew the GM quickly..or at least tried to, the string got caught on the back of the hammer..the cat yeowled at me since my frantic movement caught it by surprise.
The hairs on my neck stood up as I still did the deadly dance of trying to draw my GM out of its holster technique. The nylon string held it in place. The cat ran off, I was still worrying about the light in the window, when the neighbor's husband came out of the front door, of course with a flashlight in his hand. Staring at me as I drew my folder left handed I slashed the string and my jacket while cavorting in his light.
Of course, he said, "So you're the Nutty son that your mom talks about, ey?" I mumbled something stupid as I jammed the GM back in it's holster out of his sight, praying that I would just shoot myself then and there in my embarrassment and my chagrin. He got impatient because I didn't come over quickly so he decided to check the house himself...my mom lets them have a key to her house for just that occasion. Of course his wife didn't tell me that.
It only took me seven minutes to get to mom's house.
I locked up, went home then threw my slashed jacket in the rubbish that night and read a good book until dawn came.