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:: Monday, June 17, 2002 :: I own a gun... now let me explain... I'm driving back from Huntsville, where Brian and I spent the weekend visiting Deedee (and had lots and lots of fun because Deedee is a wonderful host and just really fun to be around), and Brian and I are talking about random things. So we drive for a while, and in the middle of Duran Duran's "Hungry like the Wolf" I had a completely random thought: I own a gun. I haven't thought of it in years. It's a 410 shotgun, jr. model, that I got for Christmas before my 11th or 12th birthday. I've only shot it 6 times... Twice to get used to it, and then I shot a squirrel... I shot him (and hit him) 4 times before he finally died... I was expecting this sort of instant death thing, and I felt soooo bad that it took me 4 shots to kill the poor thing, that I didn't go hunting again... So the shotgun has sat out at my grandmother's, in her gun cabinet for years... and I hadn't thought of it for years... until yesterday... So guess what was sitting in the den when I got home (yes, you can see it coming)... It was a gun cabinet, and sitting in the gun cabinet was my shotgun... See, my dad owns a couple of guns, but he keeps them out at his mother's because we didn't have any way to lock them up... Well, Grandma bought a gun safe, and Dad got her locking gun cabinet for father's day... And now my shotgun is in the den...
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