Ruzo
Ultimate Member
Ok, this is my first thread. I hope it's ok if I rant a little. I grew up in a shitty neighborhood in Baltimore City. The fact of the matter is there is only one other guy I grew up with like myself, "kept his nose fairly clean, never got into to much trouble". I know I know I'm rambling and I'm sorry. But the back round needed to be mentioned for the story. I was running around town doing some shopping when I ran into a guy I haven't seen since I was 17. First thing out of his mouth after the wazzups was, "yeah man I just got out". We talked for a bit and got around to hobbies and things. I told him I'm an avid shooter, when he says to me "oh yeah, wanna buy a gun"? I was in total shock! A gun I said how could you purchase a gun??? He said you name it I can get it for you in a few hours. He then asked if I was parked in the area we were smoking in, and if I wanted to walk to his car and see what he just picked up 2 nights ago. Curious, I followed. He showed me the Bersa .380 he just bought. Joking I said "dam I gotta wait 7 to 10 days to get mine". Then suddenly I remembered an appointment I had to get to and bailed after getting his tag number. As soon as I got in my car I called my buddy who happens to be one of Baltimore Cities finest. Gave him all the info and let God and then law do what they have to do. I know that guy, and even though we grew up together, if he thought I had some thing he wanted he would have lit me up with that old Bersa and left me for dead. The point for this novel is this, why do we live in a state that makes it so hard for us to not only carry, but jump through firery hoops to fulfill our God given right?? While crack head Joe down the street can pick up an AK in a couple of hours??? Again sorry for the 7 chapter novel, this is my first post. Have to figure out how to word things in a shorter fashion. Any way I know I'm not the only one who feels disgusted by this, but what do you guys think???
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