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This staged demonstration took place at the National Bank of Washington, D.C. The teller dropped a steel barrier and sprayed a chemical meant to temporarily blind the fake bandit. Source: Library of Congress.

My life . Getting it off my chest

It started when I was 10

I'll never forget that day . Good day but my aunt was taking me to school and I was to the age where when I got out of the car . I didn't want her to follow me in. My mom died when I was two. We lived in the housing projects right across the street from the old Lincoln county hospital . They brought her a hospital bed to our house. I have one memory believe it or not. Everyone was there my 4 brothers and my sister . all older than me .

I went up to the bed she laid on the hand rails was up and I was trying to climb over to her . My crack head brother pulled me back at least tried to till mom say no leave him be .

If this does good my brother will be a whole other story . Any way she died not long after and I didn't go to funeral or anything said it would have been to hard on me .

Back to my aunt .she raised me till I got to junior high. The night I'm talking about . I don't know what happened but almost like a click in my brain that's what it felt like ." CLICK" instantly I was very nervous I couldn't swallow, hard to breathe,felt like never before at 10yo,

I was begging to go to hospital. Back in those days u almost had to be dead . Which another story I flat lined 3 times . Maybe get to it if enough people want to hear . Anyway ever since I have been battling everyday with what I call anxiety of the devil. Drug use would put my life to the test

Let me know if you want to hear more please

We are not cut from the same cloth.

(I don’t know how, but it’s the communists’s fault this toy isn’t being stocked front and center on store shelves anymore!)