I’ve posted before a few times regarding my firearms addiction, and the resulting Jones from chronic unfulfillment.
My favorite gun store is no longer part of my occasional travels, in part as walking and standing are difficult, but also because there are numerous toys therein, none of which I can afford.
The analogy might be made to the man who attends a strip club, then goes home alone, or a doughnut shop-not buying anything, and goes home to his diet.
But, a pending gunfest is looming out there. The Crossroads of the West Gun Show is this next weekend, Friday, Saturday and Sunday.
This is the BIG annual, pre-Christmas show at the Arizona State Fairgrounds. Multiple buildings and tented areas in-between. Machine guns! State Fair-type foodstuffs!
The last time I went was three years ago, and during my attendance began having some shortness of breath. This was the beginning what ultimately became my hospitalization and successful treatment for lymphoma.
I used to go to gun stores and gun shows often. That Crossroads show was the last I attended.
I’m really hoping my pain level is manageable enough to walk the show this year.
Even though I won’t be able to buy anything to placate my Jones.