Saturday night and danger is my friend

It's Saturday night here in cold, foggy San Francisco and I'm out on the streets again with my trusty pistol in my right hand. Down on Folsom Street and there's danger on every corner, with angry madmen rushing at me in the alleys.

"Gimme your money!" one old punk screams at me.

But I don't fear any man because my pistol is a true menace to society and I whip it out and the moonlight glimmers off it and I start firing a few rounds and the gunshots echo into the night and the punk whimpers off into the wind.

"Gimme your watch!" orders a black obese woman with a dagger in her mouth.

I shoot off a round and the bullet pierces the blade of her knife and ricochets off and sends the woman flying into a gutter full of mud and filth.

I head home. Nobody's worth wasting another precious bullet.