Yard Work and Guns
I give passersby, all potential perputrators upon myself, my family, and my property, my I have a gun stare.
But that's not true.
I don't own a gun.
I own fourteen.
That line? You can hae my gun when you pry it from my cold dead fingers?
No, fuck that. You come for my gun, I'll end up taking yours.
Then I'll take your woman.