Hi y’all. With all this struggle going on about cartridge guns, I thought I’d change the subject and ask you for some advice about a different gun; the shotgun.
I don’t own any guns, never have. I did live with a sensible fellow for some years, who owned a revolver and a shotgun, which was shortened. I don’t know why this is done.
Anyway, he took me down to the Pecos one day to show me how to shoot the guns. This is not difficult. Aiming is a bit more of a problem. When I fired the shotgun (I was supposed to shoot into the Pecos) I missed. My roommate laughed his ass off. “You killed that tree!”
Okay, it was a small tree, and I was very embarrassed, and none of this was my idea. I was just happy about getting to go to the river. If I had to shoot it, well whatever. Tree collateral damage, so sad.
Okay, so a shotgun. I could kind of see owning a shotgun. I could see treating it as a kind of sacrament. I would put it under something or in a closet with a closing door. No humans live with me.
I’ve been depressed a lot over the years. I have never instigated physical assault. I have never tried to kill myself with knives, guns, ropes. I do drink a lot. And I have for years.
And I think, A shotgun. Why not? Just another tool. And I am so tired of the assaults and the attempted pimping and the general ongoing inclination to hurt people like me.
I probably won’t buy one, but you never know. I promise though that if I do ever buy a shotgun, I’ll ask too for a local gun buddy, of any gender, who will work with me to teach me to become comfortable with the gun. They are dangerous tools, but here we are, surrounded by them.
I want everything to be entirely different. I am as radical as we come.
But if I must be surrounded by gun-owners, all right. We must address this. And nothing about this will change quickly.
Miep
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