Perhaps I've been spending too much time on here... my wife sometimes thinks so. Perhaps I'm getting too absorbed in this sporting pursuit, but it seems that since I started shooting my view of reality has altered.
Now I don't mean that I view all and sundry with suspicion, nor do I assess every passing granny to see if she has any tell-tale printing at 4 o'clock. I mean the subconscious things which makes it altogether more worrying.
Had a later start the other day. After a shower I came back to the bedroom and saw the time. 19 minutes past 9. Except that is not what I saw. I saw 9:19, which translated to 9x19 and then onto 9mm Luger, my comp calibre.
Then come car numberplates. Over here they are 3 digits and 3 letters. I find myself doing double takes when I see registrations that start with 308, 223, 044 and so on. I almost expect the rest of the plates to read WIN, REM or MAG.
Do I need help?
Are you in the same boat?
Is there any hope at all?
When the right to effective self-defence is denied, that right to self-defence which remains is essentially symbolic.
Freedom: Please enjoy responsibly.
Karma. Another word for revolver: because what goes around, comes around!