I grew up around guns. My father would take me to the shooting range every couple of months and I felt like a big man when I shot his big pistols.
When I was in the eighth grade. I had a friend named Eric. He and some other friends were out late at night. I would have been out with him, but went out with a girl instead that night. He was walking through a neighborhood, when a guy ran out of his house waiving his shotgun. He thought that my friend was trying to break into his car. All of my friends ran away, but the guy ended up blowing the back of my friend’s head out.
The guy was a normal citizen, no police record, and no history that would indicate that he would do anything like that. From that moment I felt that it was need for private citizens to own firearms. People can argue till their blue in the face that its their right, and its to protect their family blah blah blah. If it were up to me. I would pull out a red magic marker and put a giant X through the Second Amendment.
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