She’s fiddling with one of the 9 mm rounds that litter my bar...

She’s fiddling with one of the 9 mm rounds that litter my bar top, a look of curious disbelief on her face. It’s the same way a child regards the mall Santa Claus for the first time. She sets the round down gingerly, as if she half expects it to fire off in her hand. Then she starts, “You know, I was scared to come here at first. I’m scared of guns, and the fact that I’m here and there are three rifles on that awesome coffee table I helped you pick out and I’m actually touching this thing is kind of crazy.” I then ask her why she’s all of a sudden so comfortable with the Kriss Vector sitting on my coffee table…. Click the link my profile to read time full article or head over to http://ift.tt/1OH2Pg2

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