In the dim lighting, the potroast, burnt, appeared to be an “urban”, African American Male, young twenties, medium build and height. The gravy boat, a Glock 19 held sideways in a “gangster” style. All on my kitchen table. In my own home. I acted decisively, as any trained officer of the law would. I attempted to eliminate the potroast. There were unfortunate civilian casualties; but, in my judgment, swift action was necessary to uphold the law.