Guns are different in suburbia then in most places. First and foremost, no one follows the golden rule here ever, which is Dont pull a peice unless you are going to use it.

But thats the whole thing, people in suburbia are so facinated by violence, "street life" and the lot that people will buy guns just to show em off. No one pulls the trigger in my county. That mondo has gotten me out of a bunch of tight spots, but its fucking true. Even the indie art crowd, people so digusted with the gangster life facination that it becomes a subconcious version of racism, but still even then they are facinated by it. Because the gangster/thug/street life is everything that suburbia is not. Every kid in this fucking town could go to college and really make a financial success of themselves, because even if your parents dont have the money, someone around here has a heart thats bleeding enough dollars to pay for your ass. So our lives our safe, certain, and dull. So if your black or some white kids, you wanna be a thug, if your white its the rock and roll life style, visiting your shitty garage bands, talking about what your gonna say when they make it big. And by make it big i mean get to open for a band that acually is on a label at some two-bit all ages show the next city over.

but getting back on track...

In the circles of gossip, guns are always a common subject, who has one, who flashed one, who MIGHT acually be crazy enough to pull the trigger. And i promise you the ones acually crazy enough to pull the trigger are the kids no one is going to expect because they are too busy being alienated from those social groups of lies, drugs and guns, thinking that if they could just be cool that they would be happy. Again i digress. But the story everyone has is the time they got a gun pulled on them, or their friend who they were standing by, or were in the car, or whatever, like ive said before, everyones got a story. Well, as much as i diestest this facination, i have to tell my story just like everyone else.

First off, i have a gun, no one has ever seen it except me and the guy i bought it from, and no one ever will except me and the guy im shooting at, god forbid that day ever come.

Ive had a multitude of "guns pulled on me", honestly 9 times out of 10 when someone says that, it just means that someone flashed a gun at em, or showed them they were packing. And after the first time, i learned to keep my cool, and give the weilder some lip. Most of the time, when someone pulls his peice, hes looking to get an ego rush, a power rush, if you have the balls to stand there on the recieving side of that barrel and give him shit still, it can totally crush a guy, or piss him off enough to pull the trigger, but no one pulls the trigger in this county.

That doesnt mean i almost didnt shit myself the first time i saw one. I come from a family of hunters, ive owned a gun since i was 3 and so im very familar with how they work, being around them and operating them safely. I was very comfortable when i bought my first one for myself from a meth dealer who claims its unregistered, but somehow i doubt it. But still no matter how much you know about the situation, the first time someone swings the barrel in your direction its fucking scary, of course not as scary as when your backs turned and you the click of the hammer right before the explosion. Ive fired several hundred rounds and never heard that click before till i knew it was being fired at me. I swear it was an hour between when i heard that click and the subsequent boom, even though i knew it was nearly instantaneous.

I just wish all these like 14 yr old boys, who dress like their favorite rapper, and always talk about picking a fight or fights with "their boys there to back them up." Could have been standing next to me when you hear those gunshots you know meant for you. It definitly takes the facination with the whole lifestyle away.

...for a little bit at least.