Today when I was getting ready to lockup the house behind me and leave, I grabbed what I needed to throw in my purse. Along the way I grabbed my pops gun and tossed it in. When I get to the train station and opened my bag to pay for my muffin there was a moment of temporary shock. I don’t even recall putting it in my bag.
Not even sure where my brain is today.
I mean, I take my swiss army knife everywhere I go but a gun is just scary. And it made me paranoid the entire night.
I know the feel. Lemme get my shorts out of my b- Holy shit .357, I thought you loved me!
(Source: esoterica-eunoia)
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b- Holy shit .357,...thought you loved me!
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