Today a tenant wanted me to secure her basement door because a neighborhood thug had entered the basement during a running gun battle and after he left, the tenant found his pistol stashed in a hole in the bricks. When I got to her house in Alberta, I asked to see the pistol because I wanted to give it to the police. She didn't have the pistol. She had been too afraid to check out her basement and her friend had found the pistol when he checked it out for her. "So I guess your friend has a new pistol," I said. "No," the tenant replied,"the boy came back and begged so pitiful that we gave him back his gun." Uhhh. Oh yeah. OK. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K3K8t6wKjdg&feature=related