I was thinking today about the very 1st time I carried a gun in public. I'd just gotten my permit and was meeting my dad in PA for dinner. I met dad in the parking lot*, we headed into this little italian restaurant, sat at the bar, ordered pizza and I bought him a beer. There I was, Sig on my hip, spare mag in my back pocket and a cold one in a frosted mug in front of me yet I somehow avoided getting wasted and shooting up the place.
*No worries about being made giving dad a hug. Most of the time us dubya men don't hug eachother.
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