Thread:Flamebiplane/@comment-28718853-20200514131126/@comment-28358106-20200530184050

Long story short, I got a call from a friend who is out of town on business. His wife works as a server at an upscale penthouse restaurant in downtown Dallas. He called me asking if I could find her and get her home because police couldn't respond to the management's call for several hours. He said he was catching the first flight home. I told him I would find her and get her to her parents' house.

Texas was actually quite peaceful. There were no riots, my city of Fort Worth had only 100 protesters and a huge police presence. But Dallas is a completely different story. It's as far left as any Democrat controlled city, so their police are few and ineffective and there are lots of people who don't give a damn.

About 12:15 was when he called me. I put on my tac vest, brought my 9mm and my .25, and three magazines each. I put an overshirt on to cover it up as best I could, and left shortly after I messaged you guys.

I drove to Dallas, which itself took an hour. When I followed my gps, I found that a huge chunk of downtown had already been cordoned off. I parked my car about a mile from the block where she worked and went on foot.

Once closer in, I really saw what was going on. It wasn't quite Die Hard, but it wasn't a peaceful demonstration by far. There was a police presence in spots, but it was clear they weren't interested in stopping people, more like they were guarding choke points. I saw lots of dumpster fires, lots of broken shit, and people acting like animals. Glass was everywhere, trash was everywhere. People were just going insane, knocking down poles and signs, bashing cars. I was glad I parked far enough away.

I had to follow my gps to find her building. Once I did, I called her and told her that I was there (Jason had let her know I was on my way.) I had to go around to the rear entrance to the building and wait; it took her 45 minutes to get outside because she had to convince her manager to let her leave. He was just looking out for her, so I don't blame him.

Once she was outside, I could see she was pretty shaken up. I gave her my .25 and the mags, gave her the address where I told her my car was, and gave her my key, and told her that if we got split up, to just go, and I'd catch up with her. She was pretty upset, but she's a tough girl. We didn't say much as we went back to my car, it looked like a chunk of the action had moved on so we didn't see as many people as when I went in.

When we got to my car, I drove her to her parents' house 40 miles away, and her husband got back a few hours ago, and I got home and slept. I'm spent. I really hope I never have to see or do something like that again.