I screamed at a Psycho with a shotgun to my forehead to pull the trigger, literally yelling at him that; "you pointed the fucking thing, you put it to my head, now you HAVE TO PULL THE FUCKING TRIGGER, pull it you fucking coward"....

Pretty much exactly what I was yelling at him. There's a long version, with backstory, but in the end he failed, I did not.

Pressing my forehead against the barrel while still berating and yelling, slipped my head past the muzzle down to the right, pressing the barrel of the shotgun up to the sky with my left hand as it discharged (Yes substantial hearing loss left ear, Archer isn't kidding). Fired 16 rounds through the door of the truck, through the driver, and through his passenger firing a revolver, apparently in my direction, but I never heard or witnessed any of this as I was busy.

Funny part was my being hustled to an Aid Car for multiple gunshots to the face and body. Didn't get hit though, but was somehow soaked in this psychopaths blood and brains. A round or two, either mine traveling up and out or one from the passenger seat found it's mark and just covered me in copper taste and smell.

Also, the monumental failure resulting in my being where I was has never been repeated, I was 23 at the time.

So there you go, taken out of context, completely unbelievable. Hell even with the full context I've had to report to a new boss with supporting documents.

Freaking messed up B-flick Hollywood shit, IRL.