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Being that I was unemployed and had a family to support, I began working with Leonard and an associate of his, named Bill. Bill was an expert forger. He and Leonard had rented an office and opened a dummy corporation, which they entitled Greener Lawns, Incorporated.
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There was a legitimate company called Green Lawns of Denver, which installed new lawns and such in homes, apartments and businesses. Bill and Leonard's business was listed in the Yellow Pages. When business calls came in from potential customers, an answering service would refer the calls to Greener Lawns of Denver.
Leonard and Bill ran a check cashing scam. I joined them at a time when they weren't getting along too well. Leonard became distraught because Bill and I ran a check scam without his participation. I had stolen some blank payroll checks from some business or another. Bill was a real pro at making fake IDs, and we had a few ladies that were more than  willing to cash the checks. We made a lot of money working  together. We sort of left Leonard out of the enterprise.
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One night Leonard broke into the office, probably because he was angry at being excluded. He took all of the cameras and equipment we used for making IDs, and blank checks, everything. But within a week, we had a new office, fully equipped and operational. Soon after that, Bill and I visited Leonard at his home, with guns drawn. Leonard's wife Rose, and the guy who had probably helped him loot our office, Jerry L, were there. It was Bill's intention to abduct Leonard and take him somewhere and shoot him. But it didn't seem practical to me. I nixed the idea quick, and left Leonard with veiled threats and warnings.
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I let a few friends work with us that really needed financial help. Bill didn't like them, but since they helped make a lot of money, he tolerated their presence. One night, Dennis G., one of the above friends, came to my house. Dennis was very drunk. He did not like Bill at all and was very jealous of him because Delores B. had worked with Bill and I. Delores was Dennis' girlfriend.
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Dennis asked me to buy some heroin for him. When the connection arrived, Bill also arrived and went into the house to wait until I was through doing business with my connect. But before I finished I heard a gunshot, and Bill came running out the kitchen door, clutching his stomach, Dennis running after him, gun in hand. I got between them, hoping to stop Dennis from shooting him again.
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Bill's Tornado was parked near where I stood. He tried to duck behind it. Dennis was trying to aim his pistol so he was distracted enough that I was able to wrestle him to the ground. He still had the gun in his hand but I had his arms pinned.
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Bill staggered to where we were on the ground and attempted to wrest the pistol from Dennis. But I knew that if Bill got the gun he would kill Dennis. I shouted to Bill, "Get into your car and drive yourself to the hospital!"
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Bill got in his car has I held Dennis down long enough for him to leave. I then hid the gun in the alley behind my house and took Dennis in.
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I gave Dennis the heroin I had bought for him. I must have scolded him for half an hour, but you can't reason with a drunk.
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He went into the bathroom. Soon I heard a loud thud and knew that he had overdosed. His heart had stopped and his skin had turned to a purplish hue. I worked on him a long time while reviving him with the C.P.R. I had learned training for fighting fires.
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When I finally brought him to consciousness, he asked me for his gun. I told him that I would give it to him when he left my abode. I was very angry with him for shooting Bill in my house.
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I got his gun from where I had hidden it, and we walked to the 5th Avenue bar, which was about a half a block from my house. While we were seated at the far end of the bar, having the drinks we ordered, I handed him the gun, a small .22 caliber revolver. He pointed the weapon at my stomach, I didn't have the slightest idea that he intended to shoot me. I was worried that the bartender might see the weapon, placed my hand on his and pushed downwards just as he pulled the trigger. The bullet entered his upper thigh, the fleshy part, going all the way through his leg.
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Again I took the gun from him, pocketing it, and said, "You can't light firecrackers in here bro. Come on, I'll take you home."
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He stood unsteadily, holding onto me, and we left the bar. It still hadn't dawned on me that he had intended to shoot me. I unloaded his pistol and returned it to him, leaving him off at his apartment.
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When I got home I related the incident to Peggy. She ranted, raved and screamed at me for being so naive as to not realize that Dennis was going to shoot me at the bar.
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"But I saved his life," I countered. "Twice, When Bill wanted to take the gun from him. And when when he overdosed. Do you really think Dennis intended to shoot me?" I asked stupidly.
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She threw her hands up in exasperation. "My mother was right. You are impossible! You must have a Guardian Angel watching over you," she said.
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Some weeks later, Dennis apologized to me. Bill fully recovered from his wound, but he was mad at me for not letting him shoot Dennis in the head. Â Dennis was mad at me for taking him down when he was trying to shoot Bill. As for me, I felt okay. I had saved Bill from being shot again that night, and Dennis twice. You just can't please everyone, it seems.
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