Sixteen shells from a thirty-ought six!

My Palestinian friend was telling me about the time he worked in a grocery store in a bad neighborhood in Oakland. He worked for a Palestinian family. The grocery store was in a building that used to be a Safeway, but Safeway had long abandoned the notion of operating in such a neighborhood. One of the Palestinian brothers that co-owned the store was killed in a robbery by a Black man. The brother of the victim developed a serious animosity for Blacks and lived in hopes of being able to kill one in revenge. He had been one of Arafat's special Palestinian forces and he was a bad ass dude. My friend said that the guy knew how to spit razor blades at peoples' faces and cut them and when the person went to grab his face the guy would jump on him and beat the shit out of him. Sorry, but this, I think, is very cool. I wish I could spit razor blades. This guy had punched out the two way anti-theft mirror on the second floor and would sit there with a thirty-ought six pointed down at the aisles hoping someone would try something funny so he could shoot him. My friend said one time a Black guy came in and stole a ham and the Palestinian guy caught him and beat him half to death and then gave the guy a hundred dollars. He told him "If you need something just ask, we'll give it to you, just don't steal from us."