Like i said.... you're soft as a pillow stuffed with bunny rabbit tails. I remember when i was young, getting my first gun was a right of passage. Spent a hours upon hours in the back yard target shooting. I guess i wasnt living the american dream..... i should have been roaming the street of chicago with my Dr dre beats headphones learning about entitlement society and dealing drugs. After all..... look at the life of crime that me being accustomed to guns has led me to.
Irony..... the places where people would NOT be alarmed if you walked into a store with a rifle are 10x safer than the places who would.