"Are you crazy?" she said. CRAZY as in all-caps.
"You could distract them, while I scope it out," I went on. I was serious. She's the only person I could think of who'd go along with this.
The problem is that I have no idea how I'd disguise myself to look like someone who isn't a) a scaredy cat who's afraid of guns in any form, and b) a very dubious believer in the Second Amendment. I don't know a magazine from a shell or a pistol from a handgun.
What I want to understand what it is about guns that makes people love them so much. If I gripped a gun, would I understand? If I went to a firing range with one? What makes people so emotional about giving them up? I'm scared even of the guns I see on police officers' hips. Guns can cause death.
The plan's on hold while I figure out where we'd go. There are no gun shops in Berkeley that I can find on the internet. A nearby gun shop in El Cerrito has bad reviews on Yelp (unhelpful staff; they'd see through me for sure). I'm scared to go to one in Oakland, and it's kind of a long trek to Novato. Stay tuned.
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For some people guns are tools and for others they are toys. It's the toy guys that give me the creeps. NZFS Hunter, Grade 2.
The tool part I get. Not the toy part, very creepy. WHat does NZFS Hunter mean? New Zealand Forest Service? (all I can think of)
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