My guns are gone.

Been gone since 2002. Just like my Dad. He came to this country in 1961. He had rifles. By 1969 they were gone. He took them to his local precinct with the ammunition. They thought he was crazy.

I showed dad my pistol in Doraville. The first thing he did was turn the business end towards his face to look down the barrel. It was fully loaded with hollow points. He could have blown his own head off. I took the Colt away from him in time. I guess he didn't like pistols. He's gone.

I don't like pistols anymore. I like rifles. I'd probably own an AK and/or AR. I don't. I've got daughters.

I'm glad for this format. It reminds me how much I have in common with my dad. He wore female fragance. So did I. He had rifles. I had pistols.