Forget the guns. I want that ORV. Fuck traffic jams on the freeway. Kick her into 4wd and hammer down.

You had a unique childhood and so did I. We lived not far from the Mexican border. Otilio DeAngelo was a "wetback" who worked for us. We paid him $5/day plus room and board. My dad worked all the time so Otilio was my surrogate father. He had 5 kids of his own in Mexico and he sent money back to them from the states. He'd work about 5 or 6 months and then go back home to spend the rest of the year with his family. He missed his kids so he'd play with me, wheel me around in the wheel barrow and teach me Spanish. I loved that guy.

One of the things we did that was fun was hide from helicopters. He was an illegal and when military copters flew low overhead we'd hide. I don't know if he was serious or just playing, but whenever I see a military copter today, I feel threatened, not safe. Right now I'm living under a military flyway. Fighter jets scream overhead, fully loaded choppers fly low through the arroyos and groups of Osprey STOL troop carriers cruise high overhead on their way to training in the local desert. All that firepower just makes me want to hide. If those guys have guns then I want one too.

Like the Mexicans said when guns became illegal in Mexico, "If you take away our guns, how will we protect ourselves from the government?"