"He use that BIG MF, Four-hundred-an ten!"

In my unique circle I hear colorful stories all the time. This one stuck with me this morning. Some machinists were having a smoke break out back, in view of a line of "crack houses". They had befriended an elderly "Crack Queen" living in one of the close-by homes. Suddenly a screen door slung open, slapping the stops. A Crack-dude at high velocity. Before he could get to the bottom of the steps Crack-boy #2 comes out the door barrel first. BOOM! Smokes the dude with a heart shot through the back, DRT.

My friend and his co-workers were all witnesses. Giving reports the old Crack-granny was asked what weapon was used. She exclaimed a shotgun! The officer asked; Do you know if it was it a 12 gauge, 20 gauge... She cut him off. "Oh naw, he use that big M-F, Four-hunnerd-an ten!". It seemed totally effective.