While politically I’m pro gun I donot own one myself. For many years I’ve feared (known) one evening ima be down, embarrassed, neurotic, anxious, probably drunk and that bullet will find its home in the back my skull. BTW the hand cannon is not my chosen method. That said I also continue (again) to have fantasies about one day having the courage to go through with my decided method. See what I’m getting at here?
Sincerely,
Forever conflicted