So Sweetheart Heathen knows that I like guns. I learned to shoot in high school. I took ROTC to get out of gym class and we had to learn to shoot. I placed third in the entire city in a competition. As it turns out, I am a very good shot.

Sweetheart Heathen bought me a gun. It’s kinda cool, a total chick gun, but it’ll do the trick. I’ve been going to the range to practice since it’s been so long since I’ve actually shot anything.

It turns out, I can still put a hole in your heart from fairly far away.

I hesitated to get a gun because, even though I like them, I have a temper and y’know, I’d hate to go to prison because some motherfucker pissed me off. I didn’t get a carry concealed permit. I do have some sense.

But not much.

PS No, Sweetheart Heathen is not in any danger of being shot. In case you were wondering.