: I was out some where recently I should've been, well if I wise, I was keeping the wrong kind of 'left-wing' company again, and I was in the company of some people when a gun was produced, now I not talking the nice legal variety but the illegal as fuck sort.You lead an interesting life, Lark.
: I didnt think the gun was nice or that the guy who had it was having his rights infringed by the states prohibition of this variety of weapon, I was just scared, now I reckon that's the righ sort of reaction, I dont know where this 'that's a nice peace' mentality comes from.
The first time I fired a handgun I was shaking like a leaf. The things are just so damned dangerous! What was even scarier, though, was how I stopped worrying and learned to love it. BLAM BLAM BLAM! I shot a 44 magnum like Dirty Harry and a Glock 9 mm. like some bad-ass gangsta, and that power trip went straight from my hands to my pecker! I think that's why all the pro-gun guys are so fanatical about it. Guns=power=sex. Sad, ain't it? I don't know what kind of gun you saw the other day, but I'm guessing it was an automatic weapon. RAT-A-TAT-TAT! Now that's some powerful mojo!
By the way, Lurgan Norn Iron is where my wife's second cousin Father John lives. It was in the news a little while ago because Father John's church was blown up. Ring a bell?
