Friday, January 15, 2016

open carry

or concealed ammo

My son was small. He came home from a play date and emptied his pockets, "Look, Mom!"

Bullets.

I freaked. Called the other mom. "Just bullet casings," she told me. The guns were locked up, she said.

I didn't allow my son to go over there again. The friend could come to our house, I said. But I'd offended the other mom, and the friendship rapidly dissolved. 

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