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There were also occasions when Hunter sent a round or two my way, just across his driveway. It was always very late, or very early, after multiday binges and when women were involved. But the closest he came to actually doing me harm was all in the name of education. . . . One time I had the music on, it was getting into the shank of the evening, and I brought out a new .45 caliber semiautomatic pistol to show him. But I made the mistake of handing it to him loaded, and he proceeded to give me a primer on proper gun handling. . . . Always clear the chamber before you give it to someone,” which he did, ejecting a bullet, and pop the clip,” which he also did. Then youre not handing some crazy fer a loaded gun.” He grinned knowingly.