I got a gun when I bought the house in Michigan. There were some crazy noises at night around the campfire that even startled my shepherd.
I'm not sure if it was bloodthirsty MAGAS or a fucking chupacabra but I wasn't in the mood to find out.
I told a story here about the day I took my gun downtown.. It did not end up pretty for this white boy.
My father taught me how to shoot at an early age. I can pick off any target you choose as long as it's not breathing.
If they are going to take me, then I refuse to take them with. (Maybe you'd understand that).
I did it to protect my ex wife and won the turkey shoot two years in a row!!! I'm an awesome dart player too. Be careful if they ever change the name to Koogeyes. :-D
Honestly bro, I'm not scared. I don't need any of that anymore.,.