I’ve an addictive personality. There are some ‘traditional’ substances used by addicts for which I have no interest, or hook. Tobacco, harder stuff. Others I can ignore, not so much (caffeine – as George Carlin said, the low end of the speed spectrum). Thankfully, in my current state-of-mind, I’ve no choice but to ignore the pull. Perhaps I should have said in my current state-of-wallet.
“Hi, I’m Guffaw, and I’m a Gun Addict!” (Hi, Guffaw!)
Due to my current financial condition, I’m unable to fill that need. And, I’m jonesing.
In the early 70’s, I wanted firearms. For self-protection, recreation, job use, I told myself. Ha. It started with one. Doesn’t it always? This desire began a long trek from one, eventually to a gun vault with 50+! And, that wasn’t enough. Holsters, reloaders, cases-of-ammunition, range memberships, ‘shootin’ buddies,
CCW permits, training classes, certifications, teaching students…
Then came the burglary. And I was forced to go cold steel. Fortunately, I had a couple gats with me to tide me over. But, it’s a long time between connections. I don’t particularly miss the beat-up, used Kel-tec 9mm, or the S&W bright nickel 39 pimp gun I bought as a joke (with smooth rosewood stocks!). But, the early S&W model 60, and the almost pristine Browning High Power. Man, you’ve no idea! Well, you probably do. You probably tell yourself you come to these meetings for the donuts. But, you’re just like me, an addict. Seek help.