Buzzword
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...through no fault of my own.
It was a weird Christmas, to say the least.
We stayed with my father-in-law, a retired cop who has always been an amazing cook and didn't disappoint this year (we had Paul Prudhomme's hot-n-sour beef....intensely everything in the flavor department).
But he surprised us with his presents for us.
Two Glock 22s, one altered for my wife who is lefthanded, with several hundred rounds of ammo and a cleaning kit.
Apparently he'd gotten them for us the day of our wedding, nearly six years ago, and had just recently gotten around to making the alterations for my wife's pistol.
So we now have all this stuff laid out on our kitchen table, and I don't feel any safer, I don't feel more secure, I don't feel more independent, and I really don't feel any more free.
Instead, I feel more burdened.
It's another thing I suddenly have to be constantly conscious of, in the midst of being pulled in far too many directions just trying to be a responsible adult.
It was a weird Christmas, to say the least.
We stayed with my father-in-law, a retired cop who has always been an amazing cook and didn't disappoint this year (we had Paul Prudhomme's hot-n-sour beef....intensely everything in the flavor department).
But he surprised us with his presents for us.
Two Glock 22s, one altered for my wife who is lefthanded, with several hundred rounds of ammo and a cleaning kit.
Apparently he'd gotten them for us the day of our wedding, nearly six years ago, and had just recently gotten around to making the alterations for my wife's pistol.
So we now have all this stuff laid out on our kitchen table, and I don't feel any safer, I don't feel more secure, I don't feel more independent, and I really don't feel any more free.
Instead, I feel more burdened.
It's another thing I suddenly have to be constantly conscious of, in the midst of being pulled in far too many directions just trying to be a responsible adult.